Quotes from William Shakespeare

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.

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.

Small things make base men proud.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

I will praise any man that will praise me.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man

Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

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 men's good, content with my harm.

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

They love least that let men know their loves.

There is a history in all men's lives.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

O Ceremony, show me but thy worth? What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.