Quotes from William Shakespeare

But doth must suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

see you what you are, you are too proud. 240   But if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you – O, such love Could be but recompensed, though you were crowned The nonpareil of beauty!

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O Lord that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.

Men may construe things, after their fashion / Clean them from the purpose of the things themselves -Cicero

The sands are number'd that make up my life.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for anything. I have years on my back forty- eight.

Motley's the only wear.

That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.

Say a day without the ever.

Strange is it that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off In differences so mighty.

But all the story of the night told over, And all their minds transfigured so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images And grows to something of great constancy, But, howsoever, strange and admirable.

Tis ten to one this play can never please All that are here. Some come to take their ease And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear, W' have frighted with our trumpets.

Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.

And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus unkindly knocked or no.

There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obey'd in office. - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand! Why dost though lash that whore? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind For which thou whipst her. The usurer hangs the cozener.

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.

We shall be call'd purgers, not murderers.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.

If I turn mine eyes upon myself, I find myself a traitor with the rest;

Invest me in my motley. Give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.

That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.