Quotes from William Shakespeare

Sits as one new-risen from a dream.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Sweets to the sweet.

But I am constant as the northern star,Of whose true-fix'd and resting qualityThere is no fellow in the firmament.

The mirror of all courtesy.

Season your admiration for a while.

'Tis ever commonThat men are merriest when they are from home.

O! the blood more stirsTo rouse a lion than to start a hare!

I must dance barefoot on her wedding day,And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.

Therefore think him as a serpent's eggWhich, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,And kill him in the shell.

I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work."

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

The tongues of dying menEnforce attention like deep harmony.

O conspiracy!Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,When evils are most free?

That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity,Commodity, the bias of the world.

The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.

Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.

My near'st and dearest enemy.

A sad tale's best for winter.I have one of sprites and goblins.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.

Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk...

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,That he is grown so great?