Quotes by William Shakespeare
Here is everything advantageous to life.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!...
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,...
Be factious for redress of all these griefs, And I will set this foot of mine as far As who goes farthest.
You ever Have wished the sleeping of this business, never desired...
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the natures of the times deceased,...
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. -
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
Let still the woman take An elder than herself. So wears she to him; So sways she level in her husband's heart.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life,...
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Let Rome in Tiber melt and the wide arch Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space....
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.
You are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear...
Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till a...
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
A fellow almost damned in a fair wife.
