Quotes from William Shakespeare

Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.

A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

Knock... and ask your heart what it doth know.

This might be the be-all and end-all here, but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come

Of a certain knight that swore by his honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his honor the mustard was naught. Now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn. From

A nacido lo único que amo de lo único que odio! ¡Demasiado temprano te encontré sin conocerte y demasiado tarde te conozco!

Hath she made her affection known to Benedick? LEONATO No, and swears she never will; that's her torment. CLAUDIO 'Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says. 'Shall I,' says she, 'that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

Hay más cosas en el cielo y en la Tierra, Horacio, de las que contempla tu filosofía.

But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, You judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils.

And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Now my soul's palace is become a prison; Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest! For never henceforth shall I joy again, Never, O never, shall I see more joy!

The great assay of art, but at his touch— Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Oh what man may hide inside, tho angel on the outward side.

So shines a good deed in a naughty world

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow, with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, When the false Trojan under sail was seen,— By all the vows that ever men have broke, In number more than ever women spoke,—

Our son shall win. QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.

What need the bridge much broader than the flood? The fairest grant is the necessity.

A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit. How quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!

Fates, we will know your pleasures: That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.