William Shakespeare Quotes & William Shakespeare Sayings

"...the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is so rich as honesty." "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." "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." "Angels and ministers of grace defend us. Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee." "As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport." "But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil. And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, And seem I a saint, when most I play the Devil." "Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once." "Discretion is the better part of valour." "Good-morrow to thee; welcome: Thou look'st like him that knows a warlike charge: To business that we love we rise betime, And go to't with delight." "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." "O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness?" "Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits." "Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt." "So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so "The fashion wears out more apparel than the man." "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." "What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!--and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delighteth not me..." 'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself 'Tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems 'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus '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. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world 'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall. 'Tis the mind that makes the body rich. 'Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. (Polonius speaking) . . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest. Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel A deed without a name. A dream itself is but a shadow. A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool; a miserable world: As I do live by food, I met a fool: Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, - and yet a motley 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 friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother. A high hope for a low heaven. A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep / And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. / Welcome. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him who makes it A light heart lives long A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. A little water clears us of this deed. A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine A man whom both the waters and the wind,In that vast tennis-court, have made the ballFor them to play upon. A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile - a A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser. A rarer spirit neverDid steer humanity; but you, gods, will give usSome faults to make us men. A rhapsody of words. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins. A surfeit of the sweetest things the deepest loathing of the stomach brings A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame. A woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. 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. Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear. Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment. Action is eloquence. Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward,But then woos best when most his choice is froward. Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety, other women cloy Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy... All goodnessIs poison to thy stomach. All impediments in fancy's courseAre motives of more fancy. All is not well;I doubt some foul play. All lovers swear more performance than they are able All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told All that is within him does condemn itself for being there. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy inch-meal a disease! All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players. 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. 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 All these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come. All things are ready, if our minds be so. All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past Always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. An angel; or, if not,An earthly paragon. An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. An old man is twice a child. An overflow of good converts to bad. And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. And I did laugh sans intermission an hour by his dial. O noble fool, a worthy fool -- motley's the only wear. And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. And keep you in the rear of your affection,Out of the shot and danger of desire. And liberty plucks justice by the nose. And many strokes though with a little axe hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. And nothing can we call our own but deathAnd that small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings. And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. And summer's lease hath all too short a date. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue And when love speaks, the voice of all the godsMakes heaven drowsy with the harmony. And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. And where the offense is, let the great axe fall. And where two waging fires meet togetherThey do consume the thing that feeds their fury.Though little fire grows great with little wind,Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all. And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand,Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. Are you come to meet your trouble? The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport. As from a bear a man would run for life, So fly I from her that would be my wife As good luck would have it. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next. As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. At Christmas I no more desire a rose - Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows Away, slight man! Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man. Be check'd for silence, but never tax'd for speech Be just and fear not. Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Be to yourself as you would to your friend. 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. - Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost Beauty’s ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death’s pale flag is not advanced there. Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes For every word. Better a witty fool than a foolish wit. Better three hours too soon than a minute too late. Bid them wash their faces,And keep their teeth clean. Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude Blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude. Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! Boldness be my friend. Brevity is the soul of wit. Bur, Bowgh, wowgh, The watch-dogs bark: Bur, Bowgh, wowgh But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,Chaos is come again. But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. But in this kind to come, in braving arms,Be his own carver and cut out his way,To find out right with wrong, it may not be. 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. 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. 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 But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun. But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! 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. But that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from who bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than to fly to others that we know not of? But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie Imagine every eye beholds their blame But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;And time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop. But thy eternal summer shall not fade. But when her lips were ready for his pay,He winks, and turns his lips another way. But will they come when you do call for them? But words are words; I never yet did hearThat the bruised heart was pierced through the ear. But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own. By and by is easily said. By indirections find directions out. By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too. Can such things be,And overcome us like a summer's cloud,Without our special wonder? Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong. Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather. Come, and take choice of all my library,And so beguile thy sorrow. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies; good-night, sweet ladies; good-night, good-night. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways Concerning God, free will and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted. Confess yourself to heaven: Repent what's past; avoid what is to come Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, / Devised at first to keep the strong in awe. Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, / But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; / For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once. Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once. Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasance, age full of care; Youth like the summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial Cudgel thy brains no more about it. Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad Daffodils that come before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty. date is its entry into the Stationer's Register Day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away. Death lies on her like an untimely frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field. Death where is thy Sting? Love, where is thy glory? Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends. Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee Desire of having is the sin of covetousness. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I never saw true beauty till this night Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 'Tis breath thou lackest and that; breath wilt thou lose Do all men kill the things they do not love? Do not plunge thyself too far in anger. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Don't trust the person who has broken faith once. Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale? Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; 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. Double, double toil and trouble; Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf; Witches' mummy; maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark; Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew; Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse; Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,— Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingrediants of our caldron. Fire burn, and caldron bubble.Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love. Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step. Drink some wine ere you go: fare you well. Drunkenness is his best virtue, for he will be swine drunk, and in his sleep he does little harm, save to his bedclothes about him. Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber . . . Every good servant does not all commands. Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. Every man has business and desire,Such as it is. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own Every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Exit, pursued by a bear. Expectation is the root of all heartache. Experience is by industry achieved, and perfected by the Swift course of time 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 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. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! Faith, I ran when I saw others run. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Falstaff speaking to Prince Henry Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content!Farewell the plumed troop and the big warsThat make ambition virtue! Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness! Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. Farewell, fair cruelty. Fate, show your force; ourselves we do not owe.What is decreed must be -- and be this so! Few love to hear the sins they love to act. Fie, fie upon her!There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body. Fight till the last gasp. Fill all thy bones with aches. Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. For courage mounteth with occasion For I am full of spirit and resolve to meet all perils very constantly. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men's blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know. For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours For mine own part, it was Greek to me For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak - With most miraculous organ For my part, it was Greek to me. For so work the honey-bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom. For some must watch, while some must sleep;So runs the world away. For stony limits cannot hold love out.And what love can do that dares love attempt. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it. For there was never yet a philosopher - that could endure the toothache patiently For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. For they are yet ear-kissing arguments. For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it For we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. For when we rage, advice is often seenBy blunting us to make our wits more keen. For you and I are past our dancing days. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;And let us all to meditation. Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made Forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum. Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, But gold that's put to use more gold begets. Frailty, thy name is woman! Friendly counsel cuts off many foes 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. Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love. Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Get thee a good husband and use him as he uses thee Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Give thy thoughts no tongue. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught. Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know . . . Go, write it in a Martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair God defend me from that Welsh fairy,Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one. God, the best maker of all marriages,Combine your hearts in one. Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney - sweepers, come to dust Good counselors lack no clients Good Dawning to thee friend. 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. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow Good wine needs no bush Good wombs have borne bad sons. Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle. Graze on my lips, and if those hills are dry, Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie Greatness knows itself. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words. Grief makes one hour ten Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To cheque time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Had I but serv'd my God with half the zealI serv'd my king, He would not in mine ageHave left me naked to mine enemies. Had you any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place. Hands, speak for me Hang there like fruit, my soul,Till the tree die. Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;For thy sweet love remembered such wealth bringsThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of Fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style Hasty marriage seldom proveth well Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,No touch of bashfulness? Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? Having nothing, nothing can he lose. He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks. He hath eaten me out of house and home. He hath indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how. He hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. He is evil by his very nature. He is not great who is not greatly good. He is the most wretched of men who has never felt adversity. He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. He jests at scars that never felt a wound He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause. He makes a swan-like end, fading in music. He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men. He receives comfort like cold porridge. He that dies pays all debts He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't and he's not robb'd at all He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee does bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe. He that is well paid is well satisfied. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. He that sleeps feels not the toothache. He that stands upon a slippery place, makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;Exceedingly wise, fair-spoken and persuading;Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. He was ever precise in promise-keeping. He was my friend, faithful and just to me. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man…. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He was not born to shame.Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier. He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. He words me, girls, he words me. He would say untruths and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning He's a very dog to the commonalty. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. Hear the meaning within the word. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:Then heigh ho, the holly!This life is most jolly. Hell is empty and all the devils are here. Her beauty makesThis vault a feasting presence full of light. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. Here is my journey's end, here is my butt; And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. Hereafter in a better world than this,I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth Hold-fast is the only dog, my duck. Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! How like a fawning publican he looks! How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! How long a time lies in one little word? How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted overIn states unborn and accents yet unknown! How my achievements mock me! How now, wit! Whither wander you? How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done! How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees. How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry. How quickly nature falls into revoltWhen gold becomes her object! How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child! How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.Here will we sit, and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears; soft stillness, and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony. How use doth breed a habit in a man! How use doth breed a habit in man! I am a feather for each wind that blows I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit. I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge! If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge! The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. I am a kind of burr; I shall stick. I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other's good I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient. I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream. I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.The imaginary relish is so sweetThat it enchants my sense. I am ill at these numbers I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind I am never merry when I hear sweet music I am not a slut, though I thank the Gods I am foul. I am not bound to please thee with my answer. I am not covetous for gold; but if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive I am not in the giving vein to-day. I am not merry, but I do beguileThat thing I am by seeming otherwise. I am not that feather to shake offMy friend when he must need me. I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; but, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal what law does vouch mine own. I am slow of study. I am sworn brother, sweet,To grim Necessity, and he and IWill keep a league till death. I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. I bear a charmed life. I burn, I pine, I perish I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks. I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres. I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woolen I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends I dare to do all that may become a man: who dares do more is none. I dislike The Bible as it contains both questions and answers, problems and solutions, past and future all in the language i understand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange? I do not ask you much:I beg cold comfort. I do not much dislike the matter, but the manner of his speech. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. I dote on his very absence. I drink to the general joy of the whole table I durst not laugh, for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. I follow him to serve my turn upon him. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad I hate ingratitude more in a person; than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or, any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood. I have Immortal longings in me. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. I have been studying how I may compareThe prison where I live unto the world. I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people. I have drunk, and seen the spider. I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep. I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream. I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have. I have not kept the square, but that to comeShall all be done by the rule. I have said too much unto a heart of stone. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, and from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one I kissed thee ere I killed thee -- no way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. I know a trick worth two of that. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it’s an enemy to thee. I like this place and willingly could waste my time in it. I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder. I might not this believeWithout the sensible and true avouchOf mine own eyes. I must be cruel only to be kind I must have libertyWithal, as large a charter as the wind,To blow on whom I please. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire. I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning. I say this house is as dark as ignorance, thoughignorance were as dark as hell. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:Follow your spirit; and upon this chargeCry "God for Harry! England and Saint George!" I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world. I swear 'tis 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. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. I think the devil will not have [you] damned, lest the oil that's in [you] should set hell on fire. I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop,Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet. I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars. I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. I understand a fury in your words,But not the words. I want that glib and oily artTo speak and purpose not. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me: For now hath Time made me his numb'ring clock; My thoughts are minutes I will be correspondent to command,And do my spiriting gently. I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. I will praise any man that will praise me. I wish you all the joy you can wish. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men I would fain die a dry death. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. I would I could not think it: that thought is bounty's foe;Being free itself, it thinks all others so. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed. I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting I'll not budge an inch. I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly. If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work. If angels fight,Weak men must fall, for heaven still guards the right. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, that I may slumber in eternal sleep! If I lose mine honour, I lose myself. If I must die,I will encounter darkness as a bride,And hug it in mine arms. If I thought he'd been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him. If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. If music be the food of love, play on. If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 1 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die. 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 thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly into which love hast made thee run, though hast not loved. If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved. If thy offences were upon record, Would it not shame thee, in so fair a troop, To read a lecture of them? If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear... If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. 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? 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? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. In converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork. In delay there lies no plenty. In my mind's eye. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. In nature there is no blemish but the mind: none can be called deformed but the unkind In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read. In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man govern'd with one. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs 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,Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide,Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spiritTo his full height! In short whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When everyone is somebodee, Then no one's anybody! In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter In the corrupted currents of this word offence's gilded hand may solve by justice, and oft, tis seen the wicked prize itself buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies in his true nature; And we ourselves In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding;Sweet lovers love the spring. In the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty In this weak piping time of peace. In thy face I see the map of honor, truth, and loyalty In time we hate that which we often fear. Indeed the tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow. Infirm of purpose! Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? Is there no way for men to be, but womenMust be half-workers? It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him. It easeth some, though none it ever cured, To think their dolour others have endured It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. It is a heretic that makes the fire, not she which burns in it It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds. It is a wise father that knows his own child. It is as easy as lying. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. It is my study to seem despiteful and ungentle to you. It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so. It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves; we are underlings. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking. 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 is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions It makes a man a coward. . . . It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it. It provokes the desire but it take away the performance. It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off. It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom. It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd to think to wed it, he is so above me. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. Joy delights in Joy Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love. Kindness, nobler ever than revenge Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me,From mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom. l do desire we be better strangers Lawless are they that make their wills their law. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie: He is not worthy of the honey-comb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent. Let every man be master of his timeTill seven at night. Let him look to his bond. Let it serve for table-talk. Let me be cruel, not unnatural;I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done. Let no one who loves be unhappy... even love unreturned has its rainbow. Let no such man be trusted. Let not women's weapons, water-drops,Stain my man's cheeks! Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. Let's take the instant by the forward top; for we are old, and on our quickest decrees, the inaudible and noiseless foot of time steals ere we can effect them Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. 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. 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. Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end. Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end. Like oneWho having into truth, by telling of it,Made such a sinner of his memory,To credit his own lie. Listen to many, speak to a few. Look like the innocent flowerBut be the serpent under it. Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it. Lord we may know what we are, but know not what we may be. Lord, what fools these mortals be! Lord, what fools these mortals be. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none; be able for thine enemy rather in power than use; and keep thy friend under thine own life's key; be checked for silence, but never taxed for speech Love all, trust a few. Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none. Love and reason keep little company together Love give me strength, and strength will help me through. Goodbye, dear father. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet. Love is a spirit all compact of fire Love is a spirit of all compact of fire,Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. Love is a wonderful, terrible thing Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do. Love is merely madness... Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Love is too young to know what conscience is. Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues;Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;Corruption wins not more than honesty. Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. Love's best habit is a soothing tongue Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything. Make not your thoughts you prisons. Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, like an angry ape, play such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. Many can brook (endure) the weather that love not the wind Many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills May his pernicious soulRot half a grain a day! Mechanic slavesWith greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. Memory, the warder of the brain. 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. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Men of few words are the best men. Men should be what they seem;Or those that be not, would they might seem none! Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water Men's vows are women's traitors! MenCan counsel and speak comfort to that griefWhich they themselves not feel. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Merrily, merrily shall I live now,Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief n 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 labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes. Mine ear is enamoured by thy note; So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; and thy fair virtues force perforce doth move me; to say, to swear, I love thee Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!. . . This love feel I. Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise. More kin than kind Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath. Much Ado About Nothing, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee. Music do I hear?Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,When time is broke and no proportion kept!So is it in the music of men's lives. My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly. My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. My crown is in my heart, not in my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen; my crown is called contentment; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy My crown is in my heart, not in my head, Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen; my crown is called contentment; A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy. My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul My heart is true as steel. My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. My little spirit, see,Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred;And I myself see not the bottom of it. My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand My only love, sprung from my only hate. My revenue is the silly cheat My salad days - When I was green in judgment My soul is in the sky. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Nature does require Her time of preservation, which perforce I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal Must give my attendance to. Nay that's past praying for. Neither a borrower nor a lender be. 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 ownself be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls The Edge of husbandry. Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave. Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button. New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let 'em be unmanly) yet are follow'd New-made honor doth forget men's names No legacy is so rich as honesty. No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. No profit grows where no pleasure is taken; In brief, sir, study what you most affect No profit grows where there is no pleasure taken No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy No, I was not born under a rhyming planet. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing. Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. Not that I have the power to clutch my hand When his fair angels would salute by palm, But for my hand, as unattempted yet, Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary. Not to be a-bed after midnight is to be up betimes. Nothing can come of nothing. Nothing can seem foul to those that win Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable. Nothing will come of nothing Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparalleled. Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. Now go we in contentTo liberty, and not to banishment. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh. Now I will believe that there are unicorns. Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both! O brother, speak with possibility,And do not break into these deep extremes. O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame! O comfortable friar! Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. Where is my Romeo? O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetites! O father Abram! what these Christians are,Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspectThe thoughts of others! O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams O God! methinks it were a happy life,To be no better than a homely swain;To sit upon a hill, as I do now,To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,Thereby to see the minutes how they run,How many make the hour full complete;How many hours bring about the day;How many days will finish up the year;How many years a mortal man may live. O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! 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 good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, When none will sweat but for promotion O happy dagger!This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. O heaven! were man / But constant, he were perfect. O mischief, thou art Swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, o world,To be direct and honest is not safe! O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love... 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet... O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth. O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness? O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my sense in forgetfulness? O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world... O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide! O true apothecary!Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. O war! thou son of Hell! O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping! O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. O! for a horse with wings! O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. O! I am fortune's fool! O! it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant. O! she's warm.If this be magic, let it be an artLawful as eating. O! that way madness lies; let me shun that. O! what a deal of scorn looks beautifulIn the contempt and anger of his lip. O! what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! O! woe is me,To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side! O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. O, call back yesterday, bid time return. O, had I but followed the arts! O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! O, no! the apprehension of the goodGives but the greater feeling to the worse. O, pardon me, my lord! it oft falls out,To have what we would have, we speak not what we mean.I something do excuse the thing I hate. O, she misused me past the endurance of a block. O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over; by the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain: I'll be damn'd for never a king's son in Christendom. Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing that death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come. Of comfort no man speak.Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs,Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth.Let's choose executors and talk of wills. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits. Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves. Oh, Lord, who lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness. Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. Old fools are babes again. Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! Once more the engine of her thoughts began. . . . One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages. One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. One more, and this the last:So sweet was ne'er so fatal. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold One that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Open, locks,Whoever knocks! Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. origin: Falstaff: 'The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.' Our bodies are our gardens - our wills are our gardeners. Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners. Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners. Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt. Our jovial star reigned at his birth. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven. Out of my lean and low abilityI'll lend you something. Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere. Pain pays the income of each precious thing. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Passion, I see, is catching. Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse. Patch grief with proverbs. Patch up thine old body for heaven. People usually are the happiest at home. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery. Perseverance... keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail in monumental mockery. Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly. Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Pray you now, forget and forgive. Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. Present mirth hath present laughter, what's to come is still unsure. Pride went before, ambition follows him. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us? Remembrance of things past. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Rich, only to be wretched, thy great fortunesAre made thy chief afflictions. Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.All men make faults. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. Save in the office and affairs of love. Say as you think and speak it from your souls. Security is the chief enemy of mortals. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek! Seems, madam!Nay, it is; I know not "seems". Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. Sense, sure, you have,Else you could not have motion. Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,And look on death itself! Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again? Shall not be long but I'll be here again:Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before. Shall we play the wantons with our woes,And make some pretty match with shedding tears? She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a Jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty: Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so She stripped it from her arm. I see her yet:Her pretty action did outsell her gift,And yet enriched it too. She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. She was a vixen when she went to school:And though she be but little, she is fierce. She was false as water She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd She is a woman, therefore to be won Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Simply the thing that I am shall make me live. Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of torrid thunder Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter. Sleep she as sound as careless infancy Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Small things make base men proud. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep So did this horse excel a common one In shape, in courage, color, pace and bone. ...What a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament. So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time So shines a good deed in a weary world. So slippery thatThe fear's as bad as falling. So true a fool is love that in your will,Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition. So wise so young, they say, do never live long. Society is no comfort to one not sociable. Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor wi Some true love turned and not a false turned true. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night Sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words. Speak comfortable words! Stands not within the prospect of belief. Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Strong reasons make strong actions. Such men as he be never at heart's ease whiles they behold a greater than themselves, and therefore are they very dangerous. Such seems your beauty still. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action Suit the action to the world, the world to the action, with this special observance, that you overstep not the modesty of nature. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind Sweet are the uses of adversity. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious Jewel in his head Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,For in this rapture I shall surely speakThe thing I shall repent. Sweets grown common lose their dear delight Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Talkers are no good doers Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity Tell truth and shame the devil Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart. Th abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power. That book in many’s eyes doth share the gloryThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story. That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked I cried to dream again. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie The attempt and not the deed confounds us. The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. The best safety lies in fear. The best young writers are convinced they need blurbs from famous writers before an editor will even read the first page of a manuscript. If this is true, then the editorial system that prevails today stinks. And let's start reforming it. The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree. The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. The circumstances of the world are so variable that an irrevocable purpose or opinion is almost synonymous with a foolish one. The common curse of mankind, -- folly and ignorance. The courageous captain of complements. The course of true love never did run smooth. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. The devil can site scripture for his own purpose! An evil soul producing holy witness is like a villain with a smiling cheek. [Merchant Of Venice] The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape The earth has music for those who listen. The earth hath bubbles as the water has,And these are of them. The empty vessel makes the loudest sound. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact than a drunken man is happier than a sober one. The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.. The fool doth think himself wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade. The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. The good I stand on is my truth and honesty. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care... The insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve; lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. The king's name is a tower of strength. The lady doth protest too much, me thinks The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show The love of heaven makes one heavenly. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. 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 motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted: - Mark the m 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 miserable hath no other medicine but only hope The miserable have no other medicine But only hope. The moon's an arrant thief,And her pale fire she snatches from the sun. The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. The night is long that never finds the day. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,Shall never see so much, nor live so long. The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just an charitable war. The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war. The pleasing punishment that women bear. The portrait of a blinking idiot. 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: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice... Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy... 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. 'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. 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 rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance. The rest is silence. The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music. The sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it. The saying is true, "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound The sea all water, yet receives rain still,And in abundance addeth to his store,So thou being rich in will add to thy willOne will of mine to make thy large will more. The seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. The seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest. The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first: The odds for high and low's alike The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts and is desired. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,Though to itself it only live and die. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. The treasury of everlasting joy. The truest poetry is the most feigning;and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetrymay be said, as lovers, they do feign. The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns. The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants. The voluntary path to cheerfulness, if our spontaneous be lost, is to sit up cheerfully, and act and speak as if cheerfulness wee already there. To feel brave, act as if we were brave, use all our will to that end, and courage will very likely replace fear. If we act as if from some better feeling, the bad feeling soon folds its tent like an Arab and silently steals away The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. The weight of this sad time we must obey;Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The wheel is come full circle. The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. The world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.Since every Jack became a gentleman,There's many a gentle person made a Jack. The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. The worst is death, and death will have his day. The worst is not,So long as we can say, "This is the worst." Then the world 's mine oyster There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Then are dreamt of in your philosophy. 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. 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 a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to Fortune. We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. 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. There is no art To find the mind's construction in the face There is no darkness but ignorance. There is no evil angel but Love. 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 There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself. There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow There was a star danced, and under that was I born. There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass There's a great spirit gone! There's daggers in men's smiles There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord. She is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing. There's method in his madness There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. There's not a minute of our lives should stretchWithout some pleasure now. What sport tonight? There's place and means for every man alive. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's small choice in rotten apples There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. 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. These are but wild and whirling words. These blessed candles of the night. 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. These high wild hills and rough uneven waysDraw out our miles and make them wearisome;But yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,Making the hard way sweet and delectable. These words are razors to my wounded heart. They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. They do not love that do not show their love. They fool me to the top of my bent. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor They have committed false report; moreover, they have spoken untruths; secondarily, they are slanders; sixth and lastly, they have belied a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and to conclude, they are lying knaves They laugh that win. They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliet’s handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. They say miracles are past. They say the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain. They say, best men are molded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad They seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey They will eat like wolves and fight like devils. They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk. Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear. Things past redress are now with me past care Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing. Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing. 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. This above all; to thine own self be true. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,Feared by their breed and famous by their birth. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit This is probably the source for: "It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in Fortune (often the surfeits of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars: as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treacherous by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star! This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. This is the short and the long of it. 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. This is the very coinage of your brain. This is the way to kill a wife; with kindness. This is very midsummer madness 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. This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends. Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court Those that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means and easy tasks; He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding Thou art all ice. Thy kindness freezes. Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,Makes me with thy strength to communicate. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. Thou wert best set - thy lower part where thy nose stands Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden. Though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes by chance. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility; therefore, my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but k Though it be honest, it is never good to bring bad news. Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. Though this be madness, yet there is method Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe Thought are but dreams till their effects are tried. Thought is free. Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried. Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and fur'd gowns hide them all Through tattered clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide them all Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Thus to persistIn doing wrong extenuates not wrong,But makes it much more heavy. Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Thy mother's name is ominous to children. Time and the hour run through the roughest day. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke Time is the justice that examines all offenders. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covert faults at last with shame derides Time's glory is to calm contending kings, to unmask falsehood and bring truth to light. Time's office is to . . . waste huge stones with little water-drops. Time's thievish progress to eternity. To be a well-favored man is the gift of Fortune, but to write or read comes by nature To be a well-flavored man is the gift of Fortune, but to write or read comes by nature. To be in anger is impiety;But who is man that is not angry? To be or not to be that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To be wise and love exceeds man's might. To be, or not to be: that is the question. To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first. To die, to sleep -- To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause; there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; To do a great right do a little wrong. To fear the worst oft cures the worse. To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still. To saucy doubts and fears. To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy To show our simple skill,That is the true beginning of our end. To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. To weep is to make less the depth of grief. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day Tones that sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes. Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. True hope is Swift, and flies with swallow's wings True hope is Swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings True hope is Swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. True, I talk of dreams,which are The Children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the airand more inconstant than the wind. True, I talk of dreams,Which are The Children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of Two may keep counsel, putting one away Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Two women placed together makes cold weather Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Unhand me, gentlemen,By heaven! I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. Unthread the bold eye of rebellion,And welcome home again discarded faith. Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side Very well, my lord, very well: rather, can't please you, It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing. Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace! We are advertis'd by our loving friends. We are advertised by our loving friends We are born to die. We are gentlemen that neither in our hearts nor outward eyes envy the great nor shall the low despise. We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. We burn daylight. We came into the world like brother and brother;And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters can be truly followed We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements. We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be never so vile. This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name. We have seen better days. We have some salt of our youth in us. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures We that are true lovers run into strange capers. We were not born to sue, but to command. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Weariness can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth finds the down pillow hard. Weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath Well could I curse away a winter's night,Though standing naked on a mountain top,Where biting cold would never let grass grow,And think it but a minute spent in sport. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself. Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed. Were kisses all the joys in bed,One woman would another wed. Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honored love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. What a deformed thief this fashion is. What a disgrace it is to me to remember thy name. 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 -- the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs? What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide What is the city but the people? What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend? What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. What would you have? Your gentleness shall forceMore than your force move us to gentleness. What! can the devil speak true? What! must I hold a candle to my shames? What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief. What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief. What's gone and what's past help should be past grief What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet What's in a name? That which we call a rose.... What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. What's past is prologue What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it When Fortune means to men most good,She looks upon them with a threatening eye. When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. When beggars die there are no comets seen;The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. 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. 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. 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. When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation. When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: He trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar] When most I wink, then do my eyes best see When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions! When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness. 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: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with. When we are born we cry that we are come.. to this great stage of fools. When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools. When we are born, we cry that we are come, To this great stage of fools. When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents. Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing. Where is our usual manager of mirth?What revels are in hand? Is there no play,To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; When little fears grow great, great love grows there. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,The extravagant and erring spirit hiesTo his confine. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment?No man. Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known? Who knows himself a braggart,Let him fear this, for it will come to passthat every braggart shall be found an ass. Who steals my purse, steals trash, but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed. Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,Since riches point to misery and contempt? Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,Making both it unable for itself,And dispossessing all my other partsOf necessary fitness? Why so large a cost, having so short a lease, does thou upon your fading mansion spend? Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open. Why this is very midsummer madness. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it [Denmark] is a prison. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast. Wishers were ever fools With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. With the sleep of dreams comes nightmares. Within the book and volume of my brain. Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal. Women's weapon, water-drops Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. Words pay no debts. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart. Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe? Write till your ink be dry, and with your tearsMoist it again, and frame some feeling lineThat may discover such integrity. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. You come most carefully upon your hour. You have stayed me in a happy hour. You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care. You kiss by the book. You know I am a woman, lacking wit. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live. You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell! Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Your face, my thane, is a book where menMay read strange matters. Your heart's desires be with you. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. Your old virginity is like one of our French withered pears: it looks ill, it eats dryly. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. [He] speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search.