Soul Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 2

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

— William Shakespeare

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! -Posthumus Leonatus Act V, Scene V

— William Shakespeare

Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?

— William Shakespeare

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

— William Shakespeare

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...

— William Shakespeare

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

— William Shakespeare

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

— William Shakespeare

Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

— William Shakespeare

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a…

— William Shakespeare

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

— William Shakespeare

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself.

— William Shakespeare

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose…

— William Shakespeare

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

— William Shakespeare

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I,…

— William Shakespeare

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul…

— William Shakespeare

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis…

— William Shakespeare

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,…

— William Shakespeare

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if…

— William Shakespeare

Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me…

— William Shakespeare

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He…

— William Shakespeare

“I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this…

— William Shakespeare

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;…

— William Shakespeare

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

— William Shakespeare

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

— William Shakespeare

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

— William Shakespeare

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

— William Shakespeare

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

— William Shakespeare

Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

— William Shakespeare

I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

— William Shakespeare

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose…

— William Shakespeare

I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear.

— William Shakespeare

Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love…

— William Shakespeare

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears!…

— William Shakespeare

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight…

— William Shakespeare

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

— William Shakespeare

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

— William Shakespeare