Authors - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon". His surviving works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. - Wikipedia
If music be the food of love, play on.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
With the sleep of dreams comes nightmares.
I dote on his very absence.
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
To be wise and love exceeds man's might.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes by chance.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease whiles they behold a greater than themselves, and therefore are they very dangerous.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
If I lose mine honour, I lose myself.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly into which love hast made thee run, though hast not loved.
Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
It's not enough to speak, but to speak true.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
I know myself know; and I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
His flight was madness: when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news: give to a gracious message an host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell themselves when they be felt.
Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!It is the green-eyed monster which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.
By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
Beware the ides of March.
I have never cared much for fish - it floats in the belly as much as in the pond.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Best safety lies in fear.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
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.
The worst is notSo long as we can say, "This is the worst."
Conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
There is no fettering of authority.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
I am constant as the northern star, of whose true fix'd and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
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.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Strong reasons make strong actions.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.
Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
To do a great right, do a little wrong.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun.
Vows were ever brokers to defiling.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters...
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind as Man's ingratitude.
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist.
And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
Yet I do fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law, setting it up to fear the birds of prey, and let it keep one shape, till custom make it their perch and not their terror.
He must needs go that the devil drives.
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Young in limbs, in judgement old.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is a little better than a beast.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
Though fortunes malice overthrow my state, my mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
The sands are number'd that make up my life.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
He will give the devil his due.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
I am not merry; but I do beguileThe thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
The glass of fashion and the mould of form
'Tis neither here nor there.
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
I would fain die a dry death.
The old folk, time's doting chronicles.
Fortune, that arrant whore, ne'er turns the key to the poor.
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
A plague o' both your houses!
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
He that dies pays all debts.
My library Was dukedom large enough.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that's broken presently: A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within the hour.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
A man I am cross'd with adversity.
But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
The sense of death is most in apprehension; and the poor beetle, that we tread upon, in corporal sufferance feels a pang as great as when a giant dies.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.
In the night, imagining some fear, how easy is a bush suppos'd a bear!
For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
Foolery... does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
My salad days, when I was green in judgement, cold in blood.
He takes false shadows for true substances.
Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
Losing a baby is not a thing that you could ever get used to.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
Oft expectations fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
Those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.
Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, the marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, become them with one half so good a grace as mercy does.
I have not slept one wink.
I am a man more sinn'd against than sinning.
How far your eyes may pierce, i cannot tell; striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Present mirth hath present laughter; what's to come is still unsure.
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so
What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, where death's approach is seen so terrible!
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes.
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
Trust not him that has once broken faith.
O God, that man should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
This is the short and the long of it.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
Treat a person as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat him as he could be, and will become as he should be.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Thou art not for the fashion of these times, where none will sweat but for promotion.
Thou hast nor youth nor age, but, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, dreaming on both.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
[Drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; but riches fineless is as poor as winter to him that ever that ever fears he shall be poor.
We have seen better days.
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
The common curse of mankind,-folly and ignorance.
I have Immortal longings in me.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.
Nothing will come of nothing.
Lady you bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.
O, woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice: Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well.
I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, nor to one place.
Let Hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
We know what we are, but not what we may be.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
A merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a.
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
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.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail.
The soul of this man is in his clothes.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts...
I am not bound to please thee with my answers.
There's no bottom, none, in my voluptuousness: Your wives, your daughters, your matrons and your maids, could not fill up the cistern of my lust.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
But to my mind, though I am native here and to the manner born, it is a custom more honour'd in breach than the observance.
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they starve with nothing.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard...
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
An old man is twice a child.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
I understand a fury in your words,But not the words.
Although the last, not least.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it isTo have a thankless child!
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give before a sleeping giant.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
True is it that we have seen better days.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.
What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly.
O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His cannon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
Purpose is but the slave to memory, of violent birth, but poor validity.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers come to dust.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers.... There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.
There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
It would be interesting to find out what goes on in that moment when someone looks at you and comes to all sorts of conclusions.
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.
Men at some time are the masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Small to greater matters must give way.
See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: What's done is done.
Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor that, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
For aught that I could ever read,Could ever hear by tale or history,The course of true love never did run smooth.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.