William Shakespeare Quotes

Such as we are made of such we be.

Out out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

Love sought is good but given unsought is better.

I shall not look upon his like again.

Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them - but not for love.

Ay me! for aught that I ever could read Could ever hear by tale or history The course of true love never did run smooth.

His life was gentle and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world This was a man!

Men are April when they woo December when they wed maids are May when they are maids but the sky changes when they are wives.

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

The worst is not sSo long as we can say "This is the worst."

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

As full of spirit as the month of May.

The ides of March are come.

The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

Murder most foul as in the best it is But this most foul strange and unnatural.

For murder though it have no tongue will speak With most miraculous organ.

The man that hath no music in himself Nor is no moved with concord of sweet sounds Is fit for treasons stratagems and spoils.

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

To hold as 't were the mirror up to nature.

A plague o' both your houses.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.

I'll take thy word for faith not ask thine oath Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

Let them obey that know not how to rule.

Make use of time let not advantage slip.

I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

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

There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune.

My crown is called content a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

The world's mine oyster Which I with sword will open.

Good-night good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.

Give me that man That is not passion's slave.

I am as poor as Job my lord but not so patient.

And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

Many strokes though with a little axe Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

Adversity's sweet milk philosophy.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.

There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

There was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.

A politician . . . one that would circumvent God.

The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.

Now I am past all comforts here but prayer.

My words fly up my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

We do pray for mercy and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

We ignorant of ourselves beg often our own harms which the wise powers deny us for our good.

Sermons in stones and good in every thing.

Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise.

He that doth the ravens feed. Yea providently caters for the sparrow. Be comfort to my age!

I have no other but a woman's reason. I think him so because I think him so.