William Shakespeare

“I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.”

— William Shakespeare

“The whole world - theater, and the people in it - the actors”

— William Shakespeare

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

— William Shakespeare

My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.

— William Shakespeare

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

— William Shakespeare

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.

— William Shakespeare

Men that hazard all Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

— William Shakespeare

Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.

— William Shakespeare

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time…

— William Shakespeare

“if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive…

— William Shakespeare

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful…

— William Shakespeare

Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and…

— William Shakespeare

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops…

— William Shakespeare

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps…

— William Shakespeare

O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but…

— William Shakespeare

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and…

— William Shakespeare

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have.

— William Shakespeare

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.

— William Shakespeare

That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.

— William Shakespeare

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

— William Shakespeare

Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?

— William Shakespeare

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

— William Shakespeare

You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.

— William Shakespeare

“To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.”

— William Shakespeare

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

— William Shakespeare

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

— William Shakespeare

“Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery, for where a heart is hard they make no battery.”

— William Shakespeare

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket picked?

— William Shakespeare

O polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.

— William Shakespeare

What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?

— William Shakespeare

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

— William Shakespeare

Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.

— William Shakespeare

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.

— William Shakespeare

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul…

— William Shakespeare

And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14

— William Shakespeare

“But, love, hate on; for now I know thy mind. Those that can see, thou lov’st; and I am blind.”

— William Shakespeare

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.

— William Shakespeare

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

— William Shakespeare

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

— William Shakespeare

“O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?”

— William Shakespeare