Quotes from William Shakespeare

And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearThe very stones prate of my whereabout.

For honor travels in a strait so narrowWhere one but goes abreast.

Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

He dies, and makes no sign.

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Such an injury would vex a very saint.

'Tis well said again;And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:And yet words are no deeds.

Our new heraldry is hands not hearts.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

Like a strutting player, whose conceitLies in his hamstring, and doth think it richTo hear the wooden dialogue and sound'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage.

This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, land-thieves and water-thieves.

Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two.

And if the boy have not a woman's giftTo rain a shower of commanded tears,An onion will do well for such a shift.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

I may command where I adore.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,Being so father'd and so husbanded?

Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels.

I am amaz'd, methinks, and lose my wayAmong the thorns and dangers of this world.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.

If you remember'st not the slightest follyThat ever love did make thee run into,Thou hast not lov'd.