Quotes from William Shakespeare

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Then, let thy love be younger than thyself,Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;For women are as roses, whose fair flowerBeing once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furiousIs to be frighted out of fear.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

The sea being smooth,How many shallow bauble boats dare sailUpon her patient breast.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity;And pity 'tis 'tis true.

Nothing will come of nothing.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

"The retort courteous"… "the quip modest."… "the reply churlish."… "the reproof valiant… "the countercheck quarrelsome."… "the lie circumstantial," and "the lie direct."

Away, and mock the time with fairest show:False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well and yet words are not deeds.

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark,But he's an arrant knave.

How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;For I am arm'd so strong in honestyThat they pass by me as the idle wind,Which I respect not.

Modest doubt is call'dThe beacon of the wise, the tent that searchesTo the bottom of the worst.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:Follow your spirit; and, upon this chargeCry "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"

A little fire is quickly trodden out,Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.

The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded flyDoes lecher in my sight.Let copulation thrive.

Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid.