William Shakespeare Quotes

Have more than thou showest Speak less than thou knowest.

Age cannot wither her nor custom stale Her infinite variety.

An old man is twice a child.

Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust.

When that the poor have cried Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man.

Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight.

God befriend us as our cause is just!

His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him that nature might stand up

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not express'd in fancy rich not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

Conscience does make cowards of us all.

I earn that I eat get that I wear owe no man hate envy no man's happiness glad of other men's good content with my harm.

But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail.

I must be cruel only to be kind.

The dreadful dead of dark midnight.

I care not a man can die but once we owe God a death.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

No 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door but 'tis enough 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant for this world.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns.

I am dying Egypt dying.

To die: - to sleep: No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will.

He will give the devil his due.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

Come what come may time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

How poor are they that have not patience? What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.

Let your own discretion be your tutor suit the action to the word the word to the action.

The better part of valour is discretion.

To be or not to be that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them?

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win by fearing to attempt.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts.

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd slave of care The death of each day's life sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds great nature's second course Chief nourisher in life's feast.

The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones.

God has given you one face and you make yourselves another.

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

Fairies black grey green and white You moonshine revellers and shades of night.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

Sweets to the sweet farewell!

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

That that is is.

The fool doth think he is wise but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Lord what fools these mortals be!

Let me embrace thee sour adversity for wise men say it is the wisest course.