Quotes from William Shakespeare

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me? Catherine: I cannot tell. Henry: Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

All is fair in love and war

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England? Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there. Why? 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

What's his offense? Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak: How Low am I? I am not yet so Low But that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes