Quotes from William Shakespeare

We go to gain a little patch of groundThat hath in it no profit but the name.

O! that I were as greatAs is my grief, or lesser than my name,Or that I could forget what I have been,Or not remember what I must be now.

Foul deeds will rise,Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Cudgel thy brains no more about it.

This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury, and my passion,With its sweet air.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

I am a very foolish fond old man,Fourscore and upward, not an hour more or less;And, to deal plainly,I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

These trees shall be my books.

I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

Now, God be prais'd, that to believing soulsGives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

Lucrece swears he did her wrong.

Egregiously an ass.

And my large kingdom for a little grave,A little little grave, an obscure grave.

The air-drawn dagger.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Now is this golden crown like a deep wellThat owes two buckets filling one another;The emptier ever dancing in the air,The other down, unseen and full of water:That bucket down and full of tears am I,Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.

Makes a swanlike end,Fading in music.

O Kate! nice customs curtsy to great kings.