Quotes from William Shakespeare

The green mantle of the standing pool.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea, and one on shore,To one thing constant never.

Grow like savages—as soldiers will,That nothing do but meditate on blood.

His nature is too noble for the world:He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent.

His cares are now all ended.

And of the Cannibals that each other eat,The Anthropophagi, and men whose headsDo grow beneath their shoulders.

Clean starved for a look.

There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Where's my serpent of old Nile?

It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd think to wed it, he is so above me.

Do not give dallianceToo much the rein.

He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose.

Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,That, notwithstanding thy capacityReceiveth as the sea, nought enters there,Of what validity and pitch soe'er,But falls into abatement and low price,Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy,That it alone is high fantastical.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.

Let's have one other gaudy night.

The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

See, where she comes apparell'd like the spring.

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.

So part we sadly in this troublous world,To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

The wounds invisibleThat love's keen arrows make.

'Tis a happy thingTo be the father unto many sons.