Quotes from William Shakespeare

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men. Polonius

I hope they will not come upon us now. King Henry: We are in God's hand, brother, not in theirs.

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.

Not I; I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly.

What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.—

Nay, pray you, seek no color for your going, But bid farewell and go. When you sued staying, Then was the time for words. No going then! Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent, none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven. They are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turned the greatest liar.

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part.

Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan!

The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.

La vida no es más que una sombra en marcha; un mal actor que se pavonea y se agita una hora en el escenario y después no vuelve a ser oído: es un cuento narrado por un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que nada significa

I am too much in the sun.

Love, and be silent.

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would and we would not.

The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks        Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar        The foolish Fates.

Only look up clear: To alter favour, ever is to fear.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be Doth dwell.

Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, it sends some precious instance of itself after the thing it loves.

And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the meantime some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.

You should not have believ'd me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I lov'd you not.

To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!