William Shakespeare

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

— William Shakespeare

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

— William Shakespeare

At once, good night- Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.

— William Shakespeare

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

— William Shakespeare

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

— William Shakespeare

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

— William Shakespeare

I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe.

— William Shakespeare

You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.

— William Shakespeare

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his…

— William Shakespeare

“I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates and have him talk to me…

— William Shakespeare

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With…

— William Shakespeare

For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing…

— William Shakespeare

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence…

— William Shakespeare

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then…

— William Shakespeare

“I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find…

— William Shakespeare

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between…

— William Shakespeare

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

— William Shakespeare

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

— William Shakespeare

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to dispair.”

— William Shakespeare

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

— William Shakespeare

If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such…

— William Shakespeare

thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.

— William Shakespeare

“Afore me! It is so very late, That we may call it early by and by.”

— William Shakespeare

Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.

— William Shakespeare

For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.

— William Shakespeare

If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.

— William Shakespeare

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

— William Shakespeare

These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

— William Shakespeare

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

— William Shakespeare

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.

— William Shakespeare

“And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.”

— William Shakespeare

I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you

— William Shakespeare

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

— William Shakespeare

“I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Is added to her…

— William Shakespeare

“Riotous madness, To be entangled with those mouth-made vows, Which break themselves in swearing!”

— William Shakespeare

No particular scandal one can touch but it confounds the breather.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Can it be chat modesty may more betray Our sense than woman's lightness?

— William Shakespeare