Quotes from William Shakespeare

Commit the oldest sins, the newest kind of ways

Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, between whose endless jar justice resides, should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, power into will, will into appetite; and appetite, an universal wolf, so doubly seconded with will and power, must make perforce an universal prey and at last eat up himself.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Los amigos que tienes y cuya amistad ya has puesto a prueba, engánchalos a tu alma con ganchos de acero.

There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now...

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my nose is in great indignation. (IV, 1, lines 223-224)

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, stick fiery off indeed.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.

Denmark's a prison.

Tis not a year or two shows us a man. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us.

The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it and sets it light.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

But jealous souls will not be answered so. They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality.             All is but toys, renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

the judges have pronounced My everlasting doom of banishment. TITUS ANDRONICUS O happy man! they have befriended thee. Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers? Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey But me and mine: how happy art thou, then, From these devourers to be banished!

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