Quotes from William Shakespeare

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without (15) The illness should attend it.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come (Phebe)

our cage We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, And sing our bondage freely.

O hateful error, melancholy's child. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error soon22 conceived, 70      Thou never comest unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engendered23 thee.

Molto meglio allontanare i rischi che vivere nell'incubo del rischio.

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,––in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

Perdonados serán unos, castigados otros; pues jamás hubo tan lamentable historia como la de Julieta y su Romeo.

That which in mean men we entitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.

And with a little pin bores through his castle wall and farewell king.

she did lie In her pavillion--cloth-of-gold of tissue-- O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy out-work nature

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.

For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.

Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.

Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. Would 'twere done.

The worst is not, so long as we can say, This is the worst.

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more, but do forswear her As one unworthy all the former favors That I have fondly flattered her withal.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. VIOLA:And all those sayings will I overswear; And those swearings keep as true in soul As doth that orbèd continent the fire That severs day from night.