Quotes from William Shakespeare

Is this the noble natureWhom passion could not shake? whose solid virtueThe shot of accident nor dart of chanceCould neither graze nor pierce?

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

When love begins to sicken and decay,It useth an enforced ceremony.There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Ambition,The soldier's virtue.

My imaginations are as foulAs Vulcan's stithy.

Another lean unwash'd artificer.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

That reverend vice, that gray iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,Never, never, never, never, never!Pray you, undo this button.

I hate ingratitude more in a manThan lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,Or any taint of vice whose strong corruptionInhabits our frail blood.

O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;Possess them not with fear; take from them nowThe sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbersPluck their hearts from them.

Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates himThat would upon the rack of this tough worldStretch him out longer.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

He uses his folly like a stalking horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!

But, alas! to make meA fixed figure for the time of scornTo point his slow and moving finger at.

Kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge. I eat and eat, I swear.

This will last out a night in Russia,When nights are longest there.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.

What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba,That he should weep for her?

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man's son doth know.