William Shakespeare

“Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. SPEED: And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.”

— William Shakespeare

Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood.

— William Shakespeare

It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.

— William Shakespeare

Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.

— William Shakespeare

In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment.

— William Shakespeare

“Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock, And strike you home without a messenger.”

— William Shakespeare

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.

— William Shakespeare

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief: He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

— William Shakespeare

“Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved’st him better / Than…

— William Shakespeare

This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among…

— William Shakespeare

“Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do…

— William Shakespeare

Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments,…

— William Shakespeare

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks…

— William Shakespeare

'So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on…

— William Shakespeare

“Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.”

— William Shakespeare

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,…

— William Shakespeare

My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.

— William Shakespeare

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.

— William Shakespeare

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

— William Shakespeare

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

— William Shakespeare

What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!

— William Shakespeare

That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

— William Shakespeare

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

— William Shakespeare

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

— William Shakespeare

Cleopatra. Think you there was or might be such a man As this I dreamt of? Dolabella. Gentle madam, no.

— William Shakespeare

“Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.”

— William Shakespeare

The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly…

— William Shakespeare

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

— William Shakespeare

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.

— William Shakespeare

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

— William Shakespeare

“But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart;but it is no matter.”

— William Shakespeare

My heart love till now for sweared sight, for I never saw true beauty till this night.

— William Shakespeare

“It will be short; the interim is mine, And a man's life is no more than to say 'one.”

— William Shakespeare

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

— William Shakespeare

There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

— William Shakespeare

“Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.”

— William Shakespeare

Orsino. How dost thou like this tune? Viola. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is throned.

— William Shakespeare

Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.

— William Shakespeare