Books Quotes by William Shakespeare

I'll note you in my book of memory.

— William Shakespeare

You kiss by th' book.

— William Shakespeare

Who is it can read a woman?

— William Shakespeare

How well he's read, to reason against reading!

— William Shakespeare

To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

— William Shakespeare

O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?

— William Shakespeare

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

— William Shakespeare

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

— William Shakespeare

A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.

— William Shakespeare

I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book.

— William Shakespeare

Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

— William Shakespeare

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

— William Shakespeare

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

— William Shakespeare

Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

— William Shakespeare

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.

— William Shakespeare

“Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”

— William Shakespeare

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good…

— William Shakespeare

For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

— William Shakespeare

I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand As is a man were author of himself And knew no…

— William Shakespeare

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time;…

— William Shakespeare

“So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll…

— William Shakespeare

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the…

— William Shakespeare

O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for…

— William Shakespeare

“As with all literature, the play should be read through the eyes of the author, as far as this is possible, which…

— William Shakespeare

“I'll read enough When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me…

— William Shakespeare

O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a robe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for…

— William Shakespeare

Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is…

— William Shakespeare

“O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the…

— William Shakespeare

“As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with…

— William Shakespeare

Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of revelations .. I am accustomed to fanatics who get…

— William Shakespeare

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

— William Shakespeare

Within the book and volume of thy brain...

— William Shakespeare

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

— William Shakespeare

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

— William Shakespeare

In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.

— William Shakespeare

I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.

— William Shakespeare

“What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.”

— William Shakespeare

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.

— William Shakespeare

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

— William Shakespeare

The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Would shut the book, and sit him down…

— William Shakespeare