Quotes from William Shakespeare

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

To do a great right do a little wrong.

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

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.

Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

The seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest.

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.

And simple truth miscalled simplicity

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.

For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

What, can the devil speak true?

Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.