Quotes from William Shakespeare

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! And, yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neidier, though by your smiling, you seem to say so.

His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!

Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

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.

The dreadful dead of dark midnight.

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

The worst is not sSo long as we can say "This is the worst."

As full of spirit as the month of May.

The ides of March are come.

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

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is no moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

A plague o' both your houses.

There's villainous news abroad.

Making night hideous.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

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

Let them obey that know not how to rule.

The insolence of office.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.