William Shakespeare

“Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for sport.”

— William Shakespeare

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

— William Shakespeare

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

— William Shakespeare

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of…

— William Shakespeare

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.

— William Shakespeare

If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.

— William Shakespeare

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

— William Shakespeare

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

— William Shakespeare

“No temáis a la grandeza; algunos nacen grandes, algunos logran grandeza, a algunos la grandeza les es impuesta y a otros la…

— William Shakespeare

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

— William Shakespeare

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I,…

— William Shakespeare

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the…

— William Shakespeare

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once…

— William Shakespeare

Do all men kill the things they do not love …… The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the…

— William Shakespeare

“Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and…

— William Shakespeare

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health,…

— William Shakespeare

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

— William Shakespeare

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for…

— William Shakespeare

Journeys end in lovers' meeting; every wise man's son doth know

— William Shakespeare

A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.

— William Shakespeare

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

— William Shakespeare

“Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.”

— William Shakespeare

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the…

— William Shakespeare

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,And ask of thee forgiveness.

— William Shakespeare

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

— William Shakespeare

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

— William Shakespeare

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

— William Shakespeare

It were all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it, he is so above me.

— William Shakespeare

My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.

— William Shakespeare

“Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.”

— William Shakespeare

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.

— William Shakespeare

No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy.

— William Shakespeare

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

— William Shakespeare

To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.

— William Shakespeare

“Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?”

— William Shakespeare

They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?

— William Shakespeare

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

— William Shakespeare

O heresy in fair, fit for these days, A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.

— William Shakespeare

We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

— William Shakespeare

Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise

— William Shakespeare