Quotes from William Shakespeare

They laugh that win.

If ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are:Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is belov'd.

Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York.

I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones.

Blow, blow, thou Winter Wind, Thou art not so unkind, as Man's Ingratitude...

The fool multitude, that choose by show.

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

Is the chair empty? is the sword unsway'd?Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd?

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

O! what a rogue and peasant slave am I.

My fate cries out,And makes each petty artery in this bodyAs hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

How like a winter hath my absence been.

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!

These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

No worse a husband than the best of men.

He wears the roseOf youth upon him.

[A]s hungry as the Sea, And can digest as much...

I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink.

Epicurean cooksSharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.

This is the short and the long of it.