Quotes from William Shakespeare

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forthIn strange eruptions.

This word "love," which greybeards call divine.

Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

First Witch: When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?Second Witch: When the hurlyburly's done,When the battle's lost and won.

I do not ask you much:I beg cold comfort.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

Speak, hands, for me!

Nature her custom holds,Let shame say what it will.

You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.

Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

The mutable, rank-scented many.

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,He says he does, being then most flattered.

For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

Prosperity's the very bond of love,Whose fresh complexion and whose heart togetherAffliction alters.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,Nor to one place.

This is the English, not the Turkish court;Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,But Harry Harry.

Women are angels, wooing:Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.

Who lin'd himself with hope,Eating the air on promise of supply.

Owen Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them?

Nature's above art in that respect.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sortAs if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spiritThat could be mov'd to smile at anything.

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them soThat heaven's vaults should crack. She's gone forever.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit.