Quotes from William Shakespeare

Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?

One man in his time plays many parts.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.

This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin there shall I end; My life is run his compass.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms.

Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

We are not the first Who with best meaning have incurred the worst

Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death's.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.