William Shakespeare

To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight

— William Shakespeare

“Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but 'tis not she: Truth and beauty buriéd be.”

— William Shakespeare

I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.

— 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

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

— William Shakespeare

Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund

— William Shakespeare

“Have not we affections and desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?”

— William Shakespeare

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

— William Shakespeare

“Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their…

— William Shakespeare

“I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to…

— William Shakespeare

“Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made…

— William Shakespeare

Love is not love which alters when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove O no! it is an ever…

— William Shakespeare

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything…

— William Shakespeare

Advance our standards, set upon our foes; Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery…

— William Shakespeare

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's…

— William Shakespeare

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and…

— William Shakespeare

When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.

— William Shakespeare

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

— William Shakespeare

Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.

— William Shakespeare

The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

— William Shakespeare

Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

— William Shakespeare

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.

— William Shakespeare

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.

— William Shakespeare

To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.

— William Shakespeare

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

— William Shakespeare

But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.

— William Shakespeare

Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.

— William Shakespeare

“But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe”

— William Shakespeare

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

— William Shakespeare

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.

— William Shakespeare

“yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way:”

— William Shakespeare

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

— William Shakespeare

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

— William Shakespeare

“And strange it is That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds.”

— William Shakespeare

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

— William Shakespeare

To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning.

— William Shakespeare

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

— William Shakespeare

Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.

— William Shakespeare

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

— William Shakespeare

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds, They smack of honor both.”

— William Shakespeare