William Shakespeare Quotes
Most popular William Shakespeare Quotes
Grief makes one hour ten.
Thought is free.
Shunless destiny.
They laugh that win.
What's done is done.
The ripeness is all.
Action is eloquence.
Answer me in one word.
Greatness knows itself.
What's past is prologue.
Love is merely a madness.
We have seen better days.
We cannot all be masters.
Truth will come to light.
Patch grief with proverbs.
In the end truth will out.
Talkers are no good doers.
To thine own self be true.
Men of few words are best.
Are you up to your destiny?
Every why hath a wherefore.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Love reasons without reason.
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.
Speak less than thou knowest.
The ripest fruit first falls.
Speak low, if you speak love.
'Tis deeds must win the prize.
Our fears do make us traitors.
What is a city but the people?
These trees shall be my books.
I shall laugh myself to death.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Our content is our best having.
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Appetite [is] a universal wolf.
Confess thee freely of thy sin.
Memory, the warder of the brain.
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
My love's richer than my tongue.
A wish is father to the thought.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Hear the meaning within the word.
Contentment wears the hues of joy.
Men of few words are the best men.
Prosperity — the very bond of love.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
When the age is in, the wit is out.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
Jesters do oft prove to be prophets.
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Memory [is] the warder of the brain.
He wears the rose of youth upon him.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Virtue is choked with foul ambition.
One man in his time plays many parts.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
O Beauty, Till now I never knew thee.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
If music be the food of love, play on.
We must follow, not force, providence.
Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
There is a history in all men's lives.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
We rarely like the virtues we have not.
The better part of valor is discretion.
'Tis the mind that makes the body rich.
Nothing can seem foul to those that win.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
We are advertised by our loving friends.
O! that this too solid flesh would melt.
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
For you and I are past our dancing days.
But for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
It is a wise father that knows his child.
I hope I shall have leisure to make good.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
A flock of blessings light upon thy back.
The younger rises when the old doth fall.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
Society is no comfort to one not sociable.
Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
No profit grows where is no pleasure taken.
These words are razors to my wounded heart.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Success 'tis more by fortune than by merit.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
They jest at scars, that never felt a wound.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child!
They do not love who do not show their love.
Great floods have flown from simple sources.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.
A heaven on earth I have won, by wooing thee.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
If two ride on a horse, one must ride behind.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Striving to do better, oft we mar what's well.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.
Modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise.
To be or not to be . . . that is the question.
Self-love is not so vile a sin as self-neglect.
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure?
Perseverance, dear my lord, keeps honor bright.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
The course of true love never did run smoothly.
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity.
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
So wise, so young, they say, do never live long.
No man's pie is freed from his ambitious finger.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
April hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail.
How like a Winter hath my absence been From thee.
When clouds are seen a wise man puts on his coat.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time.
'Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
There's a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip.
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
See that you come not to woo honor, but to wed it.
The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.
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Music [is] that moody food of us that trade in love.
Let not women's weapons, waterdrops, stain my cheeks.
Past, and to come, seems best; things present, worst.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
What is a stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?
There is neither good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Good night. Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
That word—grace, In an ungracious mouth, is but profane.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
I wonder of people who dare trust themselves with others.
Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
You take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
My salad days,. When I was green in judgment, cold in blood.
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping.
What he hath seamed. men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
What he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown.
Our bodies are our gardens, to which our wills are gardeners.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
Who shall be true to us, when we are so unsecret to ourselves?
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
'Tis a common proof that lowliness is young ambition's ladder.
All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
Men must endure their going hence, even as their coming hither.
'Tis ever common that men are merriest when they are from home.
The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns.
But age, with his stealing steps, hath clawed me in his clutch.
For love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.
But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall. To make oppression bitter.
To thy own self be true . . . Then to all others, you will be too.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
But screw your courage to the sticking place, and you'll not fail.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.
A good name in men and women is the immediate jewel of their souls.
The play's the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
I set it down that That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.
To business that we love, we rise betimes, and go to it with delight.
What you cannot as you would achieve, you must accomplish as you may.
As he was valiant, I honor him. But, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Make the coming hour over flow with joy, and pleasure drown the brim.
O Lord, who lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
Lay aside life-harming heaviness and entertain a cheerful disposition.
Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die.
By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
A women's age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.
The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you.
True nobility is exempt from fear. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
When we are born, we cry that we are come. To this great stage of fools.
'Tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator.
The time of life is short; to spend that shortness basely were too long.
Will fortune never come with both hands full?" "A hazard of new fortunes.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the Gods. They kill us for their sport.
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
The art of our necessities is strange, that can make vile things precious.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff that will not endure.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
She's beautiful and therefore to be wooed. She is woman, therefore to be won.
For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a decree.
Let me embrace thee, sour Adversity, For wise men say it is the wisest course.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.
An enterprise, when fairly begun, should not be left till all that ought is won.
Master, go on, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Let Hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew and dog will have his day.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; take honor from me and my life is done.
I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friends.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robbed and furr'd gowns hide all.
There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, though to itself it only live and die.
Friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love.
A miser grows rich by seeming poor; an extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
'Tis true that we are in great danger; the greater therefore should our courage be.
But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered.
What fates impose, that me must needs abide; it boots not resist both wind and tide.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
Cowards die many times before their deaths The valiant never taste of death but once.
Love's heralds should be thoughts, which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams.
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core.
Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest.
Friendship is constant in in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love.
How far that little candle throws its beam! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd Else, suffered, it will set the heart of fire.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
And many strokes, though with a little ax, hew down and fell the hardest timbered oak.
Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. Strong reasons make strong actions.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Time's glory is to calm contending kings, to unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Our doubts are traitors And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.
The mind by passion driven from its firm hold, becomes a feather to each wind that blows.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich.
What thou wilt, thou must rather enforce it with thy smile, than hew to it with thy sword.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care.
My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
Give everyone thine ear, but few thy voice: Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Day doth daily draw my sorrow's longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem longer.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;. Or close the wall up with our English dead.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, Quite vanquished him: then burst his mighty heart.
I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad— and to travel for it, too.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eaten of a king, and eat the fish that hath fed of that worm.
I do love my country's good with a respect more tender, more holy, more profound, than mine own life.
I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. Why, as men do on land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Fling away ambition. By that sin angels fell. How then can men, the image of their Maker, hope to win by it?
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old.
Sweet are the uses of adversity Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.
Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act.
Time's the king of men; He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him that Nature might stand up and say to all the world, this was a man!
He took the bride about the neck And kiss'd her with such a clamorous smack That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
You see, my good wenches, how men of merit are sought after. The undeserver may sleep, when the man of action is called on.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again; and frame some feeling line; That may discover such integrity.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.
If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all.
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.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
And appetite, a universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey And last eat up himself.
Men, at some time, are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
All the world's a stage and all the men are merely players. They have their entrances and their exits, and one man in his time plays many parts.
When we have matched our rackets to these balls,. We will in France, by God's grace, play a set. Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood.
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.
An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath.
For what is wedlock forced, but a hell, an age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, and is a pattern of celestial peace.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
Not the artful postures of love, but love that overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It's a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,. The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again, it had a dying fall. Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven.
As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.
Friendship is constant in all other things. Save in the office and affairs of love.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead!
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
His life was gentle and the elements so mixed in him that nature might stand up and say to all the world 'this was a man.
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.
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.
His life was gentle and the elements so mixed in him that nature might stand on its feet and say to all the world-this was a man.
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.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more, it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
