Quotes from William Shakespeare

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

Tis no mean happiness to be seated in the mean.

and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

To be poor but content is actually to be quite rich. But you can have endless riches and still be as poor as anyone if you are always afraid of losing your riches.

Alas, that they are so! To die even when they to perfection grow!

All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being governed by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world.

Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out Like syllable of dolor.

Less art, more matter

O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She's a stubborn little brat.*

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift as tardy as too slow.

Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves

Use them after your own honour and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit in your bounty. - Hamlet to Polonius

He will fence with his own shadow.

Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but 'tis not she: Truth and beauty buriéd be.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker, but he! why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's, a better bad habit of frowning than the Count Palentine; he is every man in no man. If a throstle sing, he falls straight a-cap'ring. He will fence with his own shadow. If I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry