Quotes by William Shakespeare
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
I love long life better than figs.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Ceremony was but devised at first to set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, recanting goodness, sorry ere 'Tis shown; but where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
Therefore, to be possessed with double pomp,To guard a title that was rich before,To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,To throw a perfume on the violet,To smooth the ice, or add another hueUnto the rainbow, or with taper lightTo seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long.
Come away! For you shall hence upon your wedding day.
Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood,...
Don Pedro. She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. Leonato. O, by no means; she mocks all her wooers out of suit.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Your wife would give you little thanks for that If she were by to hear you make the offer.
Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee!
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet thou dost look Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day...
Out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player...
Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? Gloucester. Ay, sir....
That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, And given in earnest what I begged in jest.
A horse a horse my kingdom for a horse
