Quotes from William Shakespeare

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

The strengthOf twenty men.

O! my oblivion is a very Antony,And I am all forgotten.

They threw their capsAs they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,Shouting their emulation.

O! you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.

He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones.

The kingdom of perpetual night.

Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts.

So shaken as we are, so wan with care.

The isle is full of noises,Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,Will make me sleep again.

Not a mouse stirring.

From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth.

Are you good men and true?

He that dies pays all debts.

To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

Make haste; the better foot before.

Mad world! mad kings, mad composition!

That's the humor of it.

When you do dance, I wish youA wave o' the sea, that you might ever doNothing but that.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time, in you?

Men's vows are women's traitors!

Men ne'er spend their fury on a child.