Quotes from William Shakespeare

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Somos de la misma sustancia que los sueños, y nuestra breve vida culmina en un dormir.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Better once than never, for never too late.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, both are infinite.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves...

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

By that sin fell the angels.

You are a saucy boy.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have That honourable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The king's will be perform'd!

Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.

and the rest is silence

She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.

Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

Bad is the world, and all will come to naught when such ill-dealing must be seen in thought.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.