William Shakespeare

Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

— William Shakespeare

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

— William Shakespeare

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

— William Shakespeare

Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban

— William Shakespeare

There are three people in yourself:Who people think you are, Who you think you are, and who you really are.

— William Shakespeare

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article." --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

— William Shakespeare

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

— William Shakespeare

Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet Could rule them both without ten women's wit.

— William Shakespeare

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased…

— William Shakespeare

“What say you? Hence, Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: Thou shalt be…

— William Shakespeare

“Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a…

— 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

“and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the…

— William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is…

— William Shakespeare

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming…

— William Shakespeare

“But virtue, as it never will be moved, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a…

— William Shakespeare

“And with a little pin bores through his castle wall and farewell king.”

— William Shakespeare

“Prince, thou art sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff more reverend than one tipped with…

— William Shakespeare

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

— William Shakespeare

“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.”

— William Shakespeare

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

— William Shakespeare

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

— William Shakespeare

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance: they are but beggars who can count their worth.

— William Shakespeare

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

— William Shakespeare

A rotten carcass of a butt, notrigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mastthe very rats Instinctively have quit it.

— William Shakespeare

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

— William Shakespeare

France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.

— William Shakespeare

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.

— William Shakespeare

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.

— William Shakespeare

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

— William Shakespeare

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

— William Shakespeare

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

— William Shakespeare

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

— William Shakespeare

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.

— William Shakespeare

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.

— William Shakespeare

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

— William Shakespeare

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

— William Shakespeare

Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

— William Shakespeare

“Our son shall win. QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.”

— William Shakespeare

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!

— William Shakespeare