William Shakespeare Quotes

For I am born to tame you, Kate, And bring you from a wild Kate to a KateComfortable as other household Kates.

Of all matches never was the like.

Mother, I will look to like. If looking liking moves.

I have drunk, and seen the spider."(Leontine, Act II Scene I)

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.

Weaving spiders, come not here, Hence, you long legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not here, worm nor snail, do no offense.

Reply not to me with a fool-born jest.

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy.

Impressive, most impressive, worthy lad, Thine Obi-Wan hath taught thee well, and thouHast master'd all thy fears. Now, go! ReleaseThine anger, for thy hate alone can strikeMe down!

Of all mad matches never was the likeBeing mad herself, she’s madly mated.

The curse of true love never did run smooth.

Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hindering knotgrass made, You bead, you acorn!

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

They say an old man is twice a child

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?

Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

In my mind's eye

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet

You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives and conned them out of rings?

JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?ORLANDO: Yes, just.JAQUES: I do not like her name.ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!-Posthumus LeonatusAct V, Scene V

You gotta be cruel to be kind.

Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.

Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.

O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!

More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.

In the corrupted currents of this worldOffence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itselfBuys out the law. . . (Claudius, from Hamlet, Act 3, scene 3)

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

Middle Tennessee? Really? My bracket is more busted than Screech's face during puberty.

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness, / Wherein the...enemy does much.

Sometimes we punish ourselves the most.

Sometimes we punish our selves the most.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:And you all know, securityIs mortals' chiefest enemy.

The course of true love never die run smooth

The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. Lady Macbeth

Jack shall have Jill.Nought shall go ill.

Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.*She’s a stubborn little brat.*

Things past redress are now with me past care.

What cannot be avoided t'were childish weakness to lament or fear.

A walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.

Why then the world's mine oyster Which I with sword will open.

Action is eloquence.

Sweet are the uses of adversity Which like the toad ugly and venomous Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.