William Shakespeare

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

— William Shakespeare

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

— William Shakespeare

All lovers swear more performance than they are able

— William Shakespeare

If you be King, why should not I succeed?

— William Shakespeare

I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.

— William Shakespeare

There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.

— William Shakespeare

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

— William Shakespeare

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.

— William Shakespeare

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

— William Shakespeare

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

— William Shakespeare

We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.

— William Shakespeare

“Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object.”

— William Shakespeare

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

— William Shakespeare

I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I…

— William Shakespeare

When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.

— William Shakespeare

What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?

— William Shakespeare

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world,…

— William Shakespeare

I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff,…

— William Shakespeare

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,…

— William Shakespeare

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

— William Shakespeare

Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect 'twas he that…

— William Shakespeare

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth…

— William Shakespeare

“But here must end the story of my life, And happy were I in my timely death Could all my travels warrant…

— William Shakespeare

“Of France and England, did this king succeed; Whose state so many had the managing. That they lost France and made his…

— William Shakespeare

“Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There,…

— William Shakespeare

Withal I did infer your lineaments, Being the right idea of your father, Both in your form and nobleness of mind; Laid…

— William Shakespeare

Let still woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For,…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving…

— William Shakespeare

This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine…

— William Shakespeare

“The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and…

— William Shakespeare

Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian- Whose inward pinches therefore are most…

— William Shakespeare

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

— William Shakespeare

A good wit will make use of anything.

— William Shakespeare

What light through yonder window breaks?

— William Shakespeare

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

— William Shakespeare

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

— William Shakespeare

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

— William Shakespeare

I will beat thee into handsomeness

— William Shakespeare

A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.

— William Shakespeare