December 1, 2016

William Shakespeare Quotes

“A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.”

“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”

“A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.”

“A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.”

“A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.”

“Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.”

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.”

“Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!”

“All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”

“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.”

“Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.”

“An overflow of good converts to bad.”

“And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil — By telling truth. Tell truth and shame the devil. If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I’ll be sworn I have power to shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!”

“And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.”

“And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.”

“And then, the justice; In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part.”

“And there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant country’s earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.”

“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.”

“As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.”

“As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.”

“As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.”

“Assume a virtue, if you have it not.”

“At this Adonis smiles as in disdain, That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple. Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, He might be buried in a tomb so simple; Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, Why, there Love lived, and there he could not die.”

“Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat’ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution.”

“Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without orator.”

“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.”

“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.”

“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.”

“Brevity is the soul of wit.”

“But look, the morn in russet mantle clad Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.”

“But men are men; the best sometimes forget.”

“But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.”

“But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.”

“But thus: if powers divine Behold our human actions, as they do, I doubt not then but innocence shall make False accusation blush and tyranny Tremble at patience.”

“By that sin fell the angels.”

“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!”

“Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.”

“Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.”

“Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.”

“Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.”

“Corruption wins not more than honesty.”

“Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.”

“Cry havoc! and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.”

“Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.”

“Cry woe, destruction, ruin, and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day.”

“Daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, Or Cytherea’s breath.”

“Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.”

“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”

“Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.”

“Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.”

“Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.”

“Exceeds man’s might: that dwells with the gods above.”

“Experience is a jewel, and it had need be so, for it is often purchased at an infinite rate.”

“Fair flowers that are not gather’d in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.”

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.”

“Faith, here’s an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God’s sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven.”

“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.”

“Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.”

“For so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.”

“For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.”

“Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.”

“Forgive me this is my virtue. For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.”

“Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.”

“From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world.”

“Get thee glass eyes, And like a scurvy politician seem To see the things thou dost not.”

“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”

“Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.”

“Give me my Romeo; and, when I 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.”

“Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ’tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.”

“Have more than thou showest; Speak less than thou knowest.”

“He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war.”

“He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.”

“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.”

“He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.”

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.”

“Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.”

“How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion.”

“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!”

“How sour sweet music is When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men’s lives.”

“I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.”

“I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here; Pierced to the soul with slander’s venomed spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison.”

“I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.”

“I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends.”

“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 have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.”

“I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.”

“I say there is no darkness but ignorance.”

“I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot. Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ‘God for Harry! England and St. George!”

“I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere; for that’s it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.”

“If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.”

“If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.”

“If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else Save in the constant image of the creature That is beloved.”

“If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages, princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.”

“If we do meet again, we’ll smile indeed; If not, ’tis true this parting was well made.”

“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?”

“Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.”

“I’ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.”

“In a false quarrel there is no true valor.”

“It is a wise father that knows his own child.”

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

“It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.”

“It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.”

“Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.”

“Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz’d it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense.”

“Let Hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew, and dog will have his day.”

“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.”

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

“Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.”

“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punished and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.”

“Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.”

“Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”

“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.”

“Men of few words are the best men.”

“Mend your speech a little, lest you may mar your fortunes.”

“Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep’— the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.”

“Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.”

“My library Was dukedom large enough.”

“My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown, and known too late.”

“Narcissus so himself himself forsook, And died to kiss his shadow in the brook.”

“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.”

“Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.”

“No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.”

“Not a whit. We defy augury. There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.”

“Now is the winter of our discontent.”

“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space—were it not that I have bad dreams.”

“O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!”

“O how full of briers is this working-day world!”

“O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptred, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed And does blaspheme his breed?”

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.”

“O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours, with Time’s deformed hand, Have written strange defeatures in my face.”

“O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night Though ’twere to buy a world of happy days — So full of dismal terror was the time.”

“O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest things superfluous; Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man’s life is cheap as beast’s.”

“Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits.”

“Ornament is but the gilded shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian; beauty, in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.”

“Orpheus, with his lute, made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves, when he did sing.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

“Perseverance… keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery.”

“Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.”

“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.”

“Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.”

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

“Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.”

“Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.”

“Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.”

“Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.”

“Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.”

“Sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”

“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.”

“The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.”

“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.”

“The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.”

“The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects, and his royal friends.”

“The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed — It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.”

“The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.”

“The skies are painted with unnumb’red sparks They are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there’s but one in all doth hold his place.”

“The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad-dog’s tooth.”

“The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.”

“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.”

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

“There is a history in all men’s lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.”

“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.”

“There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.”

“There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.”

“Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.”

“There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.”

“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.”

“They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.”

“Things without all remedy should be without regard: What’s done is done.”

“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.”

“Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.”

“Thou rememb’rest Since once I sat upon a promontory And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid’s music.”

“Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.”

“Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.”

“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.”

“Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves.”

“Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But God he knows thy share thereof is small ‘Tis virtue that doth make them most admired; The contrary doth make thee wond’red at. ‘Tis government that makes them seem divine; The want thereof makes thee abominable.”

“Tis gold Which buys admittance — oft it doth — yea, and makes Diana’s rangers false themselves, yield up This deer to th’ stand o’ th’ stealer: and ’tis gold Which makes the true man kill’d and saves the thief, Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.”

“Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.”

“Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.”

“To be, or not to be: that is the question.”

“To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought.”

“To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.”

“To hold you in perpetual amity, To make you brothers, and to knit your hearts With an unslipping knot, take Antony Octavia to his wife; whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men; Whose virtue and whose general graces speak That which none else can utter.”

“To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious pirds sing madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. To shallow”

“To wail friends lost Is not by much so wholesome — profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found.”

“Truth hath a quiet breast.”

“Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.”

“Truth will come to light… at the length, the truth will out.”

“Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”

“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.”

“Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.”

“Was ever woman in this humor wooed? Was ever woman in this humor won?”

“Well, God give them wisdom that have it, and those that are fools, let them use their talents.”

“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!”

“What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or th’ Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.”

“What’s done cannot be undone.”

“What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.”

“What’s the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!”

“When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.”

“When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”

“While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take.”

“Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass.”

“Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?”

“Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court; and there the antick sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp.”

“Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not this — Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.”

“Women speak two languages – one of which is verbal.”

“Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.”

“Yield not thy neck To fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.”

“Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.”

“Yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.”

“Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek.”