William Shakespeare

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed...

— William Shakespeare

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

— William Shakespeare

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

— William Shakespeare

A politician... one that would circumvent God.

— William Shakespeare

Tis within ourselves that we are thus or thus

— William Shakespeare

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.

— William Shakespeare

To be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.

— William Shakespeare

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

— William Shakespeare

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

— William Shakespeare

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

— William Shakespeare

To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight.

— William Shakespeare

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.

— William Shakespeare

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

— William Shakespeare

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

— William Shakespeare

“O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!”

— William Shakespeare

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

— William Shakespeare

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to…

— William Shakespeare

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be…

— William Shakespeare

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked…

— William Shakespeare

“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I…

— William Shakespeare

Comets importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky And with them scourge the bad revolting stars.

— William Shakespeare

“As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesom fen Drop on you both! A southwest blow on…

— William Shakespeare

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

— William Shakespeare

“Let me play the lion too: I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will…

— William Shakespeare

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma,…

— William Shakespeare

. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the…

— William Shakespeare

“Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding…

— 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

“My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it? Con. Stars, my…

— William Shakespeare

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering…

— William Shakespeare

“This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida: If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows…

— William Shakespeare

“I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this…

— William Shakespeare

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

— William Shakespeare

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

— William Shakespeare

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.

— William Shakespeare

“Saint Hellion is the awesomest band the world doth know.”

— William Shakespeare

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

— William Shakespeare

“out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now”

— William Shakespeare

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

— William Shakespeare

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

— William Shakespeare