Quotes from William Shakespeare

Come, my spade; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers; they hold up Adam's profession.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send Though ink be made of gall.

Non si apprezza il valore di quel che abbiamo mentre ne godiamo, ma appena lo perdiamo e ci manca, lo sopravvalutiamo, e gli troviamo il pregio che il possesso rendeva invisibile, fino a che era nostro.

Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!

And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds.

My love to love is love but to disgrace it, For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? Brutus. No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, 140 But by reflection, by some other things.

If it prove She's otherwise, I'll keep my stables where I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her; Than when I feel and see her no further trust her; For every inch of woman in the world, Ay, every dram of woman's flesh, is false, If she be.

We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

Canst thou not... Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous Stuff Which weights upon the heart?

When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles

I have learn'd that fearful commenting Is leaden servitor to dull delay; Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary. Then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king! Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield. We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

For their love Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.

You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry "Hold, hold!

I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules' labours...

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.

We rest your hermits.

Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes. It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore

i do love nothing in the world so well as you.