Quotes from William Shakespeare

This silent war of lilies and of roses,Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field.

It makes us, or it mars us.

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife.

The devil a puritan that he is, or anything constantly but a time-pleaser; an affectioned ass.

Distill'dAlmost to jelly with the act of fear.

Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new-reap'd,Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home:He was perfumed like a milliner,And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he heldA pouncet-box, which ever and anonHe gave his nose and took 't away again.

Then comes in the sweet o' the year.

Death, death: O, amiable lovely death!

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,Such seems your beauty still.

If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

Hills whose heads touch heaven.

Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves, and it will go near to be thought so shortly.

Hath his bellyful of fighting.

Like one that stands upon a promontory,And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,Wishing his foot were equal with his eye.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use, and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.

Find out the cause of this effect,Or rather say, the cause of this defect,For this effect defective comes by cause.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;And from that full meridian of my glory,I haste now to my setting: I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.

If I must die,I will encounter darkness as a bride,And hug it in my arms.

Motley's the only wear.

I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.

I am Thane of Cawdor:If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings.