Quotes from William Shakespeare

great while ago the world began,      With hey-ho, the wind and the rain;   But that's all one, our play is done,      And we'll strive to please you every day.     Exit

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!

I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.

He made a blushing cital of himself, And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he mastered there a double sprite Of teaching and of learning instantly. There did he pause: but let me tell the world: If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand...

If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten for being old before thy time. LEAR. How's that? FOOL. Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you. Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

Highly fed and lowly taught.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Afore me! It is so very late, That we may call it early by and by.

Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.

God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a' be cured.

Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art, As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert; Or else of thee I prognosticate, Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

But you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.

Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here...

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.

He kiss'd, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.

Best safety lies in fear.

cayó en la melancolía, luego en la inapetencia, de allí en el insomnio, de éste en el abatimiento, más tarde en el delirio y, por esta fatal pendiente, en la locura, que ahora le hace desvariar y que todos lamentamos.