Quotes from William Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt love

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

First thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer hoist with his own petard...

For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.

For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.

Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

Hamlet Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel Polonius By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale Polonius Very like a whale.

He is not great who is not greatly good.

He is winding the watch of his wit by and by it will strike.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.

He was my friend, faithful, and just to me, but Brutus says, he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious. When the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should me made of sterner stuff, yet Brutus says, he was ambitious and Brutus is an honorable man.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere

How poor are they who have not patience What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

Jesters do often prove prophets.

Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Lady you bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough