Quotes from William Shakespeare

How shall I murder him, Iago?

Albeit unusèd to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides,—that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other.

O, what men dare do!

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

We'll surely go to hell for this. Lady Macbeth: And when we do, we'll rule that too.

Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.

I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitudes

Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!

Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back: Tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katherine his daughter; and with her to dowry some petty and unprofitable dukedoms: The offer likes not;

And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.

You taught me language, and my profit on't Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!

The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love has surfeited. An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.

Poor soul, the center of my sinful Earth.

What is decreed must be, and be this so.

No temas; la isla está llena de sonidos y músicas suaves que deleitan y no dañan. Unas veces resuena en mi oído el vibrar de mil instrumentos, y otras son voces que, si he despertado tras un largo sueño, de nuevo me hacen dormir. Y, al soñar, las nubes se me abren mostrando riquezas a punto de lloverme, así que despierto y lloro por seguir soñando. (Calibán)

He that hath a will to die by himself fears it not from another.

You gotta be cruel to be kind.

Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And, ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion

There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward to what they were before.

O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confin'd within the weak list of a country's fashion; we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults.

One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.