Quotes from William Shakespeare

I could have better spar'd a better man.

I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

To put an antic disposition on.

I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.

The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away...

Now, our joy,Although our last, not least.

First Guard:… Charmian, is this well done?Charmian: It is well done, and fitting for a princessDescended of so many royal kings.

No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,Become them with one half so good a graceAs mercy does.

Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry.

This music mads me: let it sound no more.

O! then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you!…She is the fairies' midwife, and she comesIn shape no bigger than an agate-stoneOn the forefinger of an alderman,Drawn with a team of little atomiesAthwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.

This weak piping time of peace.

He's sudden if a thing comes in his head.

You lie in your throat.

A breath thou art,Servile to all the skyey influences.

This fell sergeant, death,Is strict in his arrest.

Neither maid, widow, nor wife.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field.

Some of you with Pilate wash your hands,Showing an outward pity.

I must speak in passion, and I will do it in King Cambyses' vein.