Quotes by William Shakespeare
Comparisons are odorous.
Look what is done cannot be now amended: Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes, Which after-hours gives leisure to repent.
My trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him...
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
Shall I abide in this dull world wichin thy absence is no better than a sty..
I am falser than vows made in wine
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir That may succeed as his inheritor.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious by this son of York;...
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
He makes a July's day short as December.
Thy loving voyage Is but for two months victualled.
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
But his flawed heart (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Lady you bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.
If ye should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior.
