Quotes from William Shakespeare

And then it started like a guilty thingUpon a fearful summons.

The bloody book of lawYou shall yourself read in the bitter letterAfter your own sense.

You will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard.

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,To follow still the changes of the moonWith fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubtIs once to be resolved.

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:By that sin fell the angels.

Time is like a fashionable host,That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,And farewell goes out sighing.

A little touch of Harry in the night.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamor'd of an ass.

Come the three corners of the world in arms,And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,If England to itself do rest but true.

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

How like a fawning publican he looks!I hate him for he is a Christian.

Not poppy, nor mandragora,Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleepWhich thou ow'dst yesterday.

A plague o' both your houses!They have made worms' meat of me.

The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.

He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men.

I' the commonwealth I would by contrariesExecute all things; for no kind of trafficWould I admit; no name of magistrate;Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,And use of service, none; contract, succession,Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;No occupation; all men idle, all;And women too, but innocent and pure.

If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more...

What's past is prologue.

Great with child, and longing… for stewed prunes.

Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.

There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.