Quotes from William Shakespeare

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Age, thou hast lost thy labor.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

Sir, I am a true laborer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck." (As You Like It, Act 3, Sc. 2.)

El infierno está vacío, y todos los diablos están aquí.

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.

I assure thee: setting the attractions of my good parts aside I have no other charms.

I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.

The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, But certain issue strokes must arbitrate; Towards which, advance the war. They exit marching.

By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall carve of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

What our contempt often hurls from us, We wish it our again; the present pleasure, By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know't and he's not robb'd at all.

At its most basic level, behind the grand poetry and superb characterizations, Shakespeare shows Macbeth succumbing to the temptation of pride, the same sin as Adam. Both wanted to live without God, to lead their own lives, follow their own paths, and ignore any limits on their freedom imposed by God's strictures.

He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth;

And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.

O! never say that I was false of heart

Do you know me, my lord?' Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.

They stumble that run fast.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses, whose fair flower, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie withered on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress; So beauty blemished once, for ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.

Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.