Quotes from William Shakespeare

O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

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.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

For trust not him that hath once broken faith

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.

What, you egg? [stabs him]

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

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 small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.

I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?