William Shakespeare

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

— William Shakespeare

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite

— William Shakespeare

For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.

— William Shakespeare

Lord we may know what we are, but know not what we may be.

— William Shakespeare

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

— William Shakespeare

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

— William Shakespeare

There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.

— William Shakespeare

Bow, stubborn knees!

— William Shakespeare

But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede.

— William Shakespeare

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

— William Shakespeare

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

— William Shakespeare

In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Youth's a stuff will not endure.

— William Shakespeare

He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.

— William Shakespeare

Beware of the ides of March.

— William Shakespeare

The proverb is something musty.

— William Shakespeare

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

— William Shakespeare

I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.

— William Shakespeare

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

— William Shakespeare

And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.

— William Shakespeare

Every why has a wherefore.

— William Shakespeare

What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.

— William Shakespeare

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them, end them. [Hamlet]

— William Shakespeare

What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.

— William Shakespeare

Strong reasons make strong actions.

— William Shakespeare

Let's not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.

— William Shakespeare

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha lost my reputation, I ha lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

— William Shakespeare

For I am full of spirit and resolve to meet all perils very constantly.

— William Shakespeare

Who is so firm that can't be seduced?

— William Shakespeare

Nothing will come of nothing.

— William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.

— William Shakespeare

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

— William Shakespeare

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

— William Shakespeare

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

— William Shakespeare

The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.

— William Shakespeare

Virtue is bold and goodness never fearful.

— William Shakespeare

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

— William Shakespeare

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

— William Shakespeare

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

— William Shakespeare

O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

— William Shakespeare

Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

— William Shakespeare

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

— William Shakespeare

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

— William Shakespeare

Silence is the perfectos herald of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

— William Shakespeare

I am a man more sinned against than sinning.

— William Shakespeare

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

— William Shakespeare

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

— William Shakespeare

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

— William Shakespeare

The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.

— William Shakespeare

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.

— William Shakespeare

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. [Hamlet]

— William Shakespeare

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

— William Shakespeare

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

— William Shakespeare

I do desire we may be better strangers.

— William Shakespeare

How excellent it is to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use like a giant.

— William Shakespeare

I do not much dislike the matter, but the manner of his speech.

— William Shakespeare

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.

— William Shakespeare

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

— William Shakespeare

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

— William Shakespeare

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

— William Shakespeare

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.

— William Shakespeare

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.

— William Shakespeare

Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue

— William Shakespeare

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

— William Shakespeare

Make not your thoughts you prisons.

— William Shakespeare

There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

— William Shakespeare

Thought is free.

— William Shakespeare

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

— William Shakespeare

O, call back yesterday, bid time return.

— William Shakespeare

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

— William Shakespeare

Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.

— William Shakespeare

Love all, but trust a few.

— William Shakespeare

While you live tell the truth and shame the devil.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

When valor preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

— William Shakespeare

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

— William Shakespeare

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

— William Shakespeare

Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues we write in water.

— William Shakespeare

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

— William Shakespeare

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

— William Shakespeare

Men's vows are women's traitors!

— William Shakespeare

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

— William Shakespeare

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

— William Shakespeare

Cry havoc! and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.

— William Shakespeare

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

— William Shakespeare

Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.

— William Shakespeare

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

— William Shakespeare

Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners.

— William Shakespeare

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.

— William Shakespeare

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

— William Shakespeare

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

— William Shakespeare

He's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.

— William Shakespeare

To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

— William Shakespeare

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

— William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts. His acts being seven ages.

— William Shakespeare

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

— William Shakespeare

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

— William Shakespeare

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

— William Shakespeare

The first thing we do, lets kill all the lawyers.

— William Shakespeare

So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!This is the state of man: to-day he puts forthThe tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surelyHis greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,And then he falls, as I do. I have venturd,Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,This many summers in a sea of glory,But far beyond my depth. My high-blown prideAt length broke under me, and now has left me,Weary and old with service, to the mercyOf a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye!I feel my heart new opend. O, how wretchedIs that poor man that hangs on princes favours!There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,More pangs and fears than wars or women have;And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,Never to hope again.

— William Shakespeare

I am in bloodSteppd in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go oer.

— William Shakespeare