Quotes from William Shakespeare

Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!

O, that the gods Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Though they did change me to the meanest bird That flies i' the purer air!

O, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touched them for his life

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!

These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I then be elder than thou art?

keep eternal springtime on thy face

All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking.

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,   Which I by lacking have supposed dead;   And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,   And all those friends which I thought buried.

CASSIUS : Will you dine with me tomorrow? CASCA : Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner worth the eating.

A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

Lo splendore del suo viso farebbe impallidire di vergogna quelle due stelle, come la luce del giorno fa impallidire la fiamma di un lume; e gli occhi suoi in cielo irradierebbero l'etere di un tale splendore che gli uccelli comincerebbero a cantare, credendo finita la notte.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Why, 'Some are born great, some achieve great-   ness, and some have greatness thrown upon them.

No, coz, I rather weep. - Benvolio

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

A man is never undone till he be hang'd.

some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature.

But since the affairs of men rest still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

Give me some music! Now, good morrow, friends!

That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state (55) Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms.

whatsoever I have merited, either in my mind or in my means, meed I am sure I have receiv'd none, unless experience be a jewel—that I have purchas'd at an infinite rate, and that hath taught me to say this: "Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues