Quotes from William Shakespeare

I'll warrant him heart-whole.

This even-handed justice.

To purge melancholy.

I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear times' waste.

You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies.

The very pink of courtesy.

And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither.

Baited like eagles having lately bath'd…As full of spirit as the month of May,And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.

Here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.

We that are in the vaward of our youth.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,Shall win my love.

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!That keep'st the ports of slumber open wideTo many a watchful night!

I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie...

In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

All is not well;I doubt some foul play.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.

Still harping on my daughter.

One, two, and the third in your bosom.

'Tis not in the bond.

Though it be honest, it is never goodTo bring bad news.

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Must I not serve a long apprenticehoodTo foreign passages, and in the end,Having my freedom, boast of nothing elseBut that I was a journeyman to grief?