Quotes by William Shakespeare
Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage, For he was likely, had he been put on, To have proved most royally.
Tut, tut, good enough to toss, food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better. Tush, man,...
As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons...
While I play the good husband at home, my son and his servant spend all at the university.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;...
Ford. If money go before, all ways do lie open. Falstaff. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.
Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinquepace; the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full ...
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
This queen will live. Nature awakes, A warmth breathes out of her. She hath not been...
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
He has his health, and ampler strength indeed Than most have of his age.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
Words pay no debts.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
Unkindness may do much, And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
These lovers cry, O ho they die! Yet that which seems the wound to kill...
The Moor—howbeit that I endure him not— Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,...
