Quotes from William Shakespeare

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but till then! BEATRICE 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now... (Much Ado About Nothing)

Where is Polonius? - In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself.

Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair To extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. And if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? POLONIUS By th'mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed. HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET Or like a whale? POLONIUS Very like a whale. HAMLET Then I will come to my mother by and by. - They fool me to the top of my bent. - I will come by and by.

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in't: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

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

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery, for where a heart is hard they make no battery.

Strong reasons make strong actions.

I would forget it fain, But oh, it presses to my memory, Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.