William Shakespeare

“Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me 16 False to my nature? Rather say I play 17 The man I am.”

— William Shakespeare

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

— William Shakespeare

“What a blow was there given!" Sebastian: "An it had not fallen flatlong.”

— William Shakespeare

“Screw your courage to the sticking place and we will not fail.”

— William Shakespeare

“Worthy Timon,-- TIMON Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.”

— William Shakespeare

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

— William Shakespeare

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

— William Shakespeare

“for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

— William Shakespeare

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

— William Shakespeare

That is honor's scorn Which challenges itself as honor's born And is not like the sire. Honors thrive When rather from our…

— William Shakespeare

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.

— William Shakespeare

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the…

— William Shakespeare

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it…

— William Shakespeare

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang…

— William Shakespeare

“Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin,…

— William Shakespeare

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises…

— William Shakespeare

O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?

— William Shakespeare

They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

— William Shakespeare

“Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.”

— William Shakespeare

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

— William Shakespeare

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

— William Shakespeare

“Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.”

— William Shakespeare

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.

— William Shakespeare

“Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.”

— William Shakespeare

“Who’s there? Fool. Marry, here’s grace and a cod-piece; that’s a wise man and a fool.”

— William Shakespeare

These violent delights have violent ends,And in their triumph die,like fire and powder,Wich , as they kiss, consume...

— William Shakespeare

“Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. Would 'twere done.”

— William Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your…

— William Shakespeare

But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.

— William Shakespeare

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

— William Shakespeare

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.

— William Shakespeare

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

— William Shakespeare

“There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to…

— William Shakespeare

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

— William Shakespeare

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

— William Shakespeare

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

— William Shakespeare

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

— William Shakespeare

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

— William Shakespeare

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

— William Shakespeare

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

— William Shakespeare