Deeds Quotes by William Shakespeare

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

— William Shakespeare

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

— William Shakespeare

Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.

— William Shakespeare

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

— William Shakespeare

Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.

— William Shakespeare

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

— William Shakespeare

A little water clears us of this deed.

— William Shakespeare

Words pay no debts, give her deeds.

— William Shakespeare

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

— William Shakespeare

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

— William Shakespeare

Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

— William Shakespeare

A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame.

— William Shakespeare

Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers.

— William Shakespeare

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

— William Shakespeare

You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

— William Shakespeare

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning…

— William Shakespeare

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps…

— William Shakespeare

The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base…

— William Shakespeare

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest…

— William Shakespeare

To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there…

— William Shakespeare

Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by…

— William Shakespeare

What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?…

— William Shakespeare

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor…

— William Shakespeare

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As…

— William Shakespeare

Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and,…

— William Shakespeare

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should…

— William Shakespeare

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

— William Shakespeare

For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

— William Shakespeare

We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

— William Shakespeare

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

— William Shakespeare

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

— William Shakespeare

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.

— William Shakespeare

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

— William Shakespeare

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to…

— William Shakespeare

Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

— William Shakespeare

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

— William Shakespeare

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of…

— William Shakespeare