Top 4037 Quotes & Sayings by William Shakespeare - Page 67

Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.

. . . 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.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.

Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.

A pair of star-crossed lovers.

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge

Murder most foul, as in the best it it; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it.

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.

To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!

Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

One man in his time plays many parts.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

Let's meet as little as we can

I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

I am ill at these numbers.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!

It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.

Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.

As chaste as unsunned snow.

How poor are they that have have not patients.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain.

There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?

Where the greater malady is fixed, The lesser is scarce felt.

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.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth.