William Shakespeare Quotes

Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But in the less foul profanation.

Age cannot wither her nor custom stale her infinite variety other women cloy the appetites they feed but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

Fraily thy name is woman!

Sigh no more ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore To one thing constant never.

She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman therefore to be won.

O gentle Romeo If thou dost love pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay So thou wilt woo: but else not for the world.

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

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.

Taffeta phrases silken terms precise Three-piled hyperboles spruce affectation Figures pedantical.

If all the year were playing holidays To sport would be as tedious as to work.

All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players.

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

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

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of ton

Rumour is a pipeBlown by surmises, jealousies, conjecturesAnd of so easy and so plain a stopThat the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

RUMOUR:"Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

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

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

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

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

But men are men the best sometimes forget.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

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

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

Ignorance is the curse of God knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.