Quotes from William Shakespeare

That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

to early seen unknown...and known to late

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

An overflow of good converts to bad.

I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me that glass and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity Thou dost beguile me!

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks As though she bid me stay by her a week. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.

All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise

When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith: But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show, and promise of their mettle.

Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?

How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam

I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.