Quotes from William Shakespeare

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.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

The truest poetry is the most feigning.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. The secret mischiefs that I set abroach I lay unto the grievous charge of others.

The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts.

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

Woe to that land that's governed by a child.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.