Quotes from William Shakespeare

But in the way of bargain, mark you me,I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high,Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

Keep a good tongue in your head.

O! never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?

While memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

O! that a man might knowThe end of this day's business, ere it come.

It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever.

You speak like a green girl,Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.

A peace above all earthly dignities,A still and quiet conscience.

Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days.

I would fain die a dry death.

Two lads that thought there was no more behindBut such a day tomorrow as today,And to be boy eternal.