William Shakespeare

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

— William Shakespeare

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

— William Shakespeare

“Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed respect.”

— William Shakespeare

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

— William Shakespeare

For where is any author in the world, Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

— William Shakespeare

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

— William Shakespeare

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

— William Shakespeare

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

— William Shakespeare

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet…

— William Shakespeare

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at…

— William Shakespeare

Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th'…

— William Shakespeare

“My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit…

— William Shakespeare

But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance,…

— William Shakespeare

“O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for…

— William Shakespeare

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is…

— William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a…

— William Shakespeare

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

— William Shakespeare

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

— William Shakespeare

Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

— William Shakespeare

“Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous”

— William Shakespeare

I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

— William Shakespeare

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.

— William Shakespeare

We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.

— William Shakespeare

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.

— William Shakespeare

Love your job bt never love your company because you don't know whn your company stops loving you.

— William Shakespeare

All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy.

— William Shakespeare

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

— William Shakespeare

“How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”

— William Shakespeare

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

— William Shakespeare

“Manhood is called foolery when it stands / Against a falling fabric.”

— William Shakespeare

“Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.”

— William Shakespeare

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.

— William Shakespeare

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

— William Shakespeare

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

— William Shakespeare

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

— William Shakespeare

His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

— William Shakespeare

“I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.”

— William Shakespeare

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

— William Shakespeare

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?

— William Shakespeare

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.

— William Shakespeare