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Familiar Quotations
| Bartlett's Familiar
Quotations |
| A Collection of Passages,
Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to Their Sources in Ancient and
Modern Literature |
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| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Now would I give a thousand furlongs of
sea for an acre of barren ground. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What seest thou else
In the dark
backward and abysm of time? |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all
dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my
mind. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Like one
Who having into truth, by
telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his
memory,
To credit his own lie. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d
me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize
above my dukedom. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I will be correspondent to
command,
And do my spiriting gently. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Come unto these yellow
sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied
when you have, and kiss’d
The wild waves
whist. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Full fathom five thy father
lies;
Of his bones are coral
made;
Those are pearls that were his
eyes:
Nothing of him that doth
fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something
rich and strange. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The fringed curtains of thine eye
advance. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There ’s nothing ill can dwell in such a
temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a
house,
Good things will strive to dwell with
’t. |
| The Tempest. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to
life.
Ant. True; save means to live. |
| The Tempest. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Misery acquaints a man with strange
bedfellows. |
| The Tempest. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Fer. Here ’s my hand.
Mir. And mine,
with my heart in ’t. |
| The Tempest. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Our revels now are ended. These our
actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits,
and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like
the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d
towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples,
t |
| The Tempest. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Deeper than did ever plummet sound
I
’ll drown my book. |
| The Tempest. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In
a cowslip’s bell I lie. |
| The Tempest. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Merrily, merrily shall I live
now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. |
| The Tempest. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Home-keeping youth have ever homely
wits. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have no other but a woman’s
reason:
I think him so, because I think him so. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT I
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, how this spring of love
resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day! |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| And if it please you, so; if not, why,
so. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O jest unseen, inscrutable,
invisible,
As a nose on a man’s face, |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
She is mine own,
And I as rich in
having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand
were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure
gold. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT II
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He makes sweet music with th’ enamell’d
stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He
overtaketh in his pilgrimage. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT II
Scene 7. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no
man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT III
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Except I be by Sylvia in the
night,
There is no music in the nightingale. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT III
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A man I am, cross’d with adversity. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT IV
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Is she not passing fair? |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT IV
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| How use doth breed a habit in a
man! |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT V
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O heaven! were man
But constant, he
were perfect. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT V
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Come not within the measure of my
wrath. |
| The Two Gentleman of Verona. ACT V
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I will make a Star-chamber matter of
it. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| All his successors gone before him have
done ’t; and all his ancestors that come after him
may. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It is a familiar beast to man, and
signifies love. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is
good gifts. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Mine host of the Garter. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I had rather than forty shillings I had
my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If there be no great love in the
beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better
acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion
to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow
more contempt. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the
spigot wield? |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| “Convey,” the wise it call. “Steal!” foh!
a fico for the phrase! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Sail like my pinnace to these golden
shores. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Tester I ’ll have in pouch, when thou
shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou art the Mars of malcontents. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Here will be an old abusing of God’s
patience and the king’s English. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT I
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There ’s the humour of it. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy
head now. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Why, then the world ’s mine
oyster,
Which I with sword will open. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This is the short and the long of
it. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Unless experience be a jewel. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Like a fair house, built on another man’s
ground. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We have some salt of our youth in
us. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT II
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I cannot tell what the dickens his name
is. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What a taking was he in when
your husband asked who was in the basket! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, what a world of vile ill-favour’d
faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a
year! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Happy man be his dole! |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have a kind of alacrity in
sinking. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| As good luck would have it. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The rankest compound of
villanous smell that ever offended nostril. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Think of that, Master Brook. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT III
Scene 5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Your hearts are mighty, your skins are
whole. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT IV
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| In his old lunes again. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT IV
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| So curses all Eve’s daughters, of what
complexion soever. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT IV
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This is the third time; I hope good luck
lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers,
either in nativity, chance, or death. |
| The Merry Wives of Windsor. ACT V
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not
thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy
virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with
torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our
virtues
Did not go forth of us, ’t were all |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He was ever precise in
promise-keeping. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike
home. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I hold you as a thing ensky’d and
sainted. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth;
one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of
the sense. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He arrests him on it;
And follows
close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an
example. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Our doubts are traitors,
And make us
lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to
attempt. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: 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. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Some rise by sin, and some by virtue
fall. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This will last out a night in
Russia,
When nights are longest there. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Condemn the fault, and not the actor of
it? |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
No ceremony that to great ones
’longs,
Not the king’s crown, nor the deputed
sword,
The marshal’s truncheon, nor the judge’s
robe,
Become them with one half so good a grace
As
mercy does. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Why, all the souls that were, were
forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have
took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If
He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge
you as you are? |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The law hath not been dead, though it
hath slept. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, it is excellent
To have a giant’s
strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a
giant. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little
brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he ’s most
assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry
ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high
heaven
As make the angels weep. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That in the captain ’s but a choleric
word
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Our compell’d sins
Stand more for
number than for accompt. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The miserable have no other
medicine,
But only hope. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A breath thou art,
Servile to all the
skyey influences. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The sense of death is most in
apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread
upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as
great
As when a giant dies. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Ay, but to die, and go we know not
where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This
sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and
the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to
reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The weariest and most loathed worldly
life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can
lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of
death. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The hand that hath made you fair hath
made you good. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Virtue is bold, and goodness never
fearful. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There, at the moated grange, resides this
dejected Mariana. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, what may man within him
hide,
Though angel on the outward side! |
| Measure for Measure. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Take, O, take those lips
away,
That so sweetly were
forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of
day,
Lights that do mislead the
morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring
again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in
va |
| Measure for Measure. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Every true man’s apparel fits your
thief. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A forted residence ’gainst the tooth of
time
And razure of oblivion. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Truth is truth
To the end of
reckoning. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My business in this state
Made me a
looker on here in Vienna. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
They say, best men are moulded out of
faults,
And, for the most, become much more the
better
For being a little bad. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What ’s mine is yours, and what is yours
is mine. |
| Measure for Measure. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The pleasing punishment that women
bear. |
| The Comedy of Errors. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A wretched soul, bruised with
adversity. |
| The Comedy of Errors. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Small cheer and great welcome makes a
merry feast. |
| The Comedy of Errors. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced
villain,
A mere anatomy. |
| The Comedy of Errors. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking
wretch,
A living-dead man. |
| The Comedy of Errors. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let ’s go hand in hand, not one before
another. |
| The Comedy of Errors. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He hath indeed better bettered
expectation. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A very valiant trencher-man. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He wears his faith but as the fashion of
his hat. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet
living? |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There ’s a skirmish of wit between
them. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The gentleman is not in your books. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Shall I never see a bachelor of
threescore again? |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He is of a very melancholy
disposition. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He that hath a beard is more than a
youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a
man. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| As merry as the day is long. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a
church by day-light. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Speak low if you speak love. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Friendship is constant in all other
things
Save in the office and affairs of
love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own
tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And
trust no agent. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:
I were but little happy, if I could say how much. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion
of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the
purpose. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no
more,
Men were deceivers ever,—
One
foot in sea and one on shore,
To one
thing constant never. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Sits the wind in that corner? |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Shall quips and sentences and these paper
bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his
humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I
would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till
I were married. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT II Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with
traps. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| From the crown of his head to the sole of
his foot, |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Every one can master a grief but he that
has it. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Are you good men and true? |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To be a well-favoured man is the gift of
fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The most senseless and fit man. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| You shall comprehend all vagrom
men. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
2 Watch. How if a’ will not
stand?
Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let
him go; and presently call the rest of the watch
together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Is most tolerable, and not to be
endured. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If they make you not then the better
answer, you may say they are not the men you took them
for. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The most peaceable way for you if you do
take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and
steal out of your company. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The fashion wears out more apparel than
the man. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I thank God I am as honest as any man
living that is an old man and no honester than I. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If I were as tedious as a king, I could
find it in my heart to bestow it all of your
worship. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A good old man, sir; he will be talking:
as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT III Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, what men dare do! what men may do!
what men daily do, not knowing what they do! |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, what authority and show of
truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal! |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I never tempted her with word too
large,
But, as a brother to his sister,
show’d
Bashful sincerity and comely love. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have mark’d
A thousand blushing
apparitions
To start into her face, a thousand
innocent shames
In angel whiteness beat away those
blushes. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For it so falls out
That what we have
we prize not to the worth
Whiles we enjoy it, but
being lack’d and lost,
Why, then we rack the value;
then we find
The virtue that possession would not
show us
Whiles it was ours. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The idea of her life shall sweetly
creep
Into his study of imagination,
And every
lovely organ of her life,
Shall come apparell’d in
more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of
life
Into the eye and prospect of his soul. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Masters, it is proved already that you
are little better than false knaves; and it will go near
to be thought so shortly. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Flat burglary as ever was
committed. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Condemned into everlasting
redemption. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, that he were here to write me down an
ass! |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A fellow that hath had losses, and one
that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about
him. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to
that grief
Which they themselves not feel. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Charm ache with air, and agony with
words. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is all men’s office to speak
patience
To those that wring under the load of
sorrow,
But no man’s virtue nor sufficiency
To be
so moral when he shall endure
The like himself. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For there was never yet
philosopher
That could endure the toothache
patiently. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Some of us will smart for it. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I was not born under a rhyming
planet. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Done to death by slanderous
tongues. |
| Much Ado about Nothing. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping
oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Light seeking light doth light of light
beguile. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Small have continual plodders ever
won
Save base authority from others’
books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven’s
lights
That give a name to every fixed
star
Have no more profit of their shining
nights
&n |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
At Christmas I no more desire a
rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled
mirth; |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A man in all the world’s new fashion
planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his
brain. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A high hope for a low heaven. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| And men sit down to that nourishment
which is called supper. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| That unlettered small-knowing soul. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A child of our grandmother Eve, a female;
or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Affliction may one day smile again; and
till then, sit thee down, sorrow! |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The world was very guilty of such a
ballad some three ages since; but I think now ’t is not
to be found. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for
whole volumes in folio. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A man of sovereign parts he is
esteem’d;
Well fitted in arts, glorious in
arms:
Nothing becomes him ill that he would
well. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A merrier man,
Within the limit of
becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour’s talk
withal. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Delivers in such apt and gracious
words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And
younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and
voluble is his discourse. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| By my penny of observation. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a
goose. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To sell a bargain well is as cunning as
fast and loose. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A very beadle to a humorous sigh. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan
Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded
arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and
groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He hath never fed of the dainties that
are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were;
he hath not drunk ink. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Many can brook the weather that love not
the wind. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| These are begot in the ventricle of
memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and
delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For where is any author in the
world
Teaches such beauty as a woman’s
eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It adds a precious seeing to the
eye. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
As sweet and musical
As bright
Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair; |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
From women’s eyes this doctrine I
derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean
fire;
They are the books, the arts, the
academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the
world. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He draweth out the thread of his
verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Priscian! a little scratched, ’t will
serve. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| They have been at a great feast of
languages, and stolen the scraps. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| In the posteriors of this day, which the
rude multitude call the afternoon. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
They have measured many a mile
To
tread a measure with you on this grass. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let me take you a button-hole
lower. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have seen the day of wrong through the
little hole of discretion. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of
him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that
makes it. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When daisies pied and violets
blue,
And lady-smocks all
silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow
hue
Do paint the meadows with
delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks
married men. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The words of Mercury are harsh after the
songs of Apollo. |
| Love’s Labour ’s Lost. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But earthlier happy is the rose
distill’d
Than that which withering on the virgin
thorn |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| For aught that I could ever read, |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, hell! to choose love by another’s
eyes. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Swift as a shadow, short as any
dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied
night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and
earth,
And ere a man hath power to say,
“Behold!”
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So
quick bright t |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Love looks not with the eyes, but with
the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted
blind. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Masters, spread yourselves. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I ’ll speak in a monstrous little
voice. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| That would hang us, every mother’s
son. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I will roar you as gently as any sucking
dove; I will roar you, an ’t were any nightingale. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A proper man, as one shall see in a
summer’s day. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The rude sea grew civil at her
song,
And certain stars shot madly from their
spheres
To hear the sea-maid’s music. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And the imperial votaress passed
on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark’d I
where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little
western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with
love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-i |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I ’ll put a girdle round about the
earth
In forty minutes. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My heart
Is true as steel. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I know a bank where the wild thyme
blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet
grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious
woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with
eglantine. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A lion among ladies is a most dreadful
thing. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT III
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art
translated. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT III
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Lord, what fools these mortals be! |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT III
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
So we grew together,
Like to a double
cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in
partition. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT III
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Two lovely berries moulded on one
stem. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT III
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have an exposition of sleep come upon
me. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT IV
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have had a dream, past the wit of man
to say what dream it was. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT IV
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of
man hath not seen, |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT IV
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The lunatic, the lover, and the
poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more
devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman:
the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a
brow of Egypt:
The poet’s eye, in a fine f |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For never anything can be amiss,
When
simpleness and duty tender it. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The true beginning of our end. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The best in this kind are but
shadows. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A very gentle beast, and of a good
conscience. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This passion, and the death of a dear
friend, would go near to make a man look sad. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The iron tongue of midnight hath told
twelve. |
| A Midsummer Night’s Dream. ACT V Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My ventures are not in one bottom
trusted,
Nor to one place. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath
framed strange fellows in her time. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Though Nestor swear the jest be
laughable. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
You have too much respect upon the
world:
They lose it that do buy it with much
care. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I hold the world but as the world,
Gratiano,—
A stage, where every man must play a
part;
And mine a sad one. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Why should a man whose blood is warm
within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in
alabaster? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There are a sort of men whose
visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing
pond. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my
lips, let no dog bark! |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I do know of these
That therefore only
are reputed wise
For saying nothing. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Fish not, with this melancholy
bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of
nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons
are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff:
you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you
have them, they are not worth the search. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
In my school-days, when I had lost one
shaft,
I shot his fellow of the selfsame
flight
The selfsame way, with more advised
watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring
both,
I oft found both. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| They are as sick that surfeit with too
much, as they that starve with nothing. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs,
but competency lives longer. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If to do were as easy as to know what
were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor
men’s cottages princes’ palaces. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The brain may devise laws for the blood,
but a hot temper leaps o’er a cold decree. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He doth nothing but talk of his
horse. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| God made him, and therefore let him pass
for a man. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| When he is best, he is a little worse
than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better
than a beast. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| My meaning in saying he is a good man, is
to have you understand me that he is sufficient. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Ships are but boards, sailors but men:
there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and
land-thieves. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I will buy with you, sell with you, talk
with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will
not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
What news on the Rialto? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear
him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he
rails,
Even there where merchants most do
congregate. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The devil can cite Scripture for his
purpose. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O,
what a goodly outside falsehood hath! |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Many a time and oft
In the Rialto you
have rated me. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| For sufferance is the badge of all our
tribe. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat
dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman’s
key,
With bated breath and whispering
humbleness. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For when did friendship take
A breed
for barren metal of his friend? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O father Abram! what these Christians
are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them
suspect
The thoughts of others! |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The
shadow’d livery of the burnish’d sun. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The young gentleman, according to Fates
and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three
and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or,
as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The very staff of my age, my very
prop. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It is a wise father that knows his own
child. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An honest exceeding poor man. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Truth will come to sight; murder cannot
be hid long. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| In the twinkling of an eye. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked
fife. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All things that are,
Are with more
spirit chased than enjoy’d.
How like a younker or a
prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native
bay,
Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How
like the prodigal doth she return,
With ov |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
6. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Must I hold a candle to my shames? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
6. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But love is blind, and lovers cannot
see
The pretty follies that themselves commit. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
6. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| All that glisters is not gold. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
7. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Young in limbs, in judgment old. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
7. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Even in the force and road of
casualty. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
9. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT II Scene
9. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If my gossip Report be an honest woman of
her word. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If it will feed nothing else, it will
feed my revenge. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not
a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,
passions? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The villany you teach me I will execute,
and it shall go hard, but I will better the
instruction. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Makes a swan-like end,
Fading in
music. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Tell me where is fancy
bred,
Or in the heart or in the
head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply,
reply. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
In law, what plea so tainted and
corrupt
But being season’d with a gracious
voice
Obscures the show of evil? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There is no vice so simple but
assumes
Some mark of virtue in his outward
parts. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thus ornament is but the guiled
shore
To a most dangerous sea. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The seeming truth which cunning times put
on
To entrap the wisest. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
An unlesson’d girl, unschool’d,
unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so
old
But she may learn. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Here are a few of the unpleasant’st
words
That ever blotted paper! |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The kindest man,
The best-condition’d
and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I
fall into Charybdis, your mother. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let it serve for table-talk. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT III Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting
thee twice? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am a tainted wether of the
flock,
Meetest for death: the weakest kind of
fruit
Drops earliest to the ground. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I never knew so young a body with so old
a head. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The quality of mercy is not
strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from
heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice
blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that
takes.
’T is mightiest in the mightiest: it
becomes
The throned mo |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a
Daniel! |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Is it so nominated in the bond? |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An upright judge, a learned judge! |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
Now,
infidel, I have you on the hip. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that
word. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
You take my house when you do take the
prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my
life
When you do take the means whereby I live. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He is well paid that is well
satisfied. |
| The Merchant of Venice. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this
bank!
Here we will sit and let the sounds of
music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the
night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit,
Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid
with |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I am never merry when I hear sweet
music. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The man that hath no music in
himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet
sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and
spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as
night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no
such man be trusted. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How far that little candle throws his
beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty
world. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How many things by season season’d
are
To their right praise and true perfection! |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This night methinks is but the daylight
sick. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| These blessed candles of the night. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Fair ladies, you drop manna in the
way
Of starved people. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We will answer all things
faithfully. |
| The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Fortune reigns in gifts of the
world. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The little foolery that wise men have
makes a great show. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Well said: that was laid on with a
trowel. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Hereafter, in a better world than
this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of
you. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Cel. Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw
at a dog. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, how full of briers is this working-day
world! |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than
gold. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
We ’ll have a swashing and a martial
outside,
As many other mannish cowards have. |
| As You Like It. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which
like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a
precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt
from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in
the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good
i |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The big round tears
Coursed one
another down his innocent nose
In piteous
chase. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
“Poor deer,” quoth he, “thou makest a
testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of
more
To that which had too much.” |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Sweep on, you fat and greasy
citizens. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea,
providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my
age! |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot
and rebellious liquors in my blood. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Therefore my age is as a lusty
winter,
Frosty, but kindly. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, good old man, how well in thee
appears
The constant service of the antique
world,
When service sweat for duty, not for
meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these
times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I.
When I was at home I was in a better place; but
travellers must be content. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I shall ne’er be ware of mine own wit
till I break my shins against it. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to
lie with me. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I met a fool i’ the forest,
A motley
fool. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good
terms,
In good set terms. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And then he drew a dial from his
poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says
very wisely, “It is ten o’clock:
Thus we may see,”
quoth he, “how the world wags.” |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And so from hour to hour we ripe and
ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and
rot;
And thereby hangs a tale. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My lungs began to crow like
chanticleer,
That fools should be so
deep-contemplative;
And I did laugh sans
intermission
An hour by his dial. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If ladies be but young and fair,
They
have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is
as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he
hath strange places cramm’d
With observation, the
which he vents
In mangled forms. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I must have liberty
Withal, as large a
charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The “why” is plain as way to parish
church. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Under the shade of melancholy
boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of
time;
If ever you have look’d on better days,
If
ever been where bells have knoll’d to church,
If ever
sat at any good man’s feast. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| True is it that we have seen better
days. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And wiped our eyes
Of drops that
sacred pity hath engender’d. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Oppress’d with two weak evils, age and
hunger. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All the world ’s a stage,
And all the
men and women merely players. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art
not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude. |
| As You Like It. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive
she. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It goes much against my stomach. Hast any
philosophy in thee, shepherd? |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He that wants money, means, and content
is without three good friends. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This is the very false gallop of
verses. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let us make an honourable retreat. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, wonderful, wonderful, and most
wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after
that out of all hooping. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I do desire we may be better
strangers. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: 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 withal, and who he stands
still withal. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Every one fault seeming monstrous till
his fellow-fault came to match it. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I would the gods had made thee
poetical. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven,
fasting, for a good man’s love. |
| As You Like It. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It is a melancholy of mine own,
compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects,
and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in
which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous
sadness. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I had rather have a fool to make me merry
than experience to make me sad. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I will scarce think you have swam in a
gondola. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Good orators, when they are out, they
will spit. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Men have died from time to time, and
worms have eaten them,—but not for love. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Can one desire too much of a good
thing? |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Men are April when they woo, December
when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but
the sky changes when they are wives. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is
not a thing to laugh to scorn. |
| As You Like It. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| “So so” is good, very good, very
excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so
so. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The fool doth think he is wise, but the
wise man knows himself to be a fool. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I will kill thee a hundred and fifty
ways. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| No sooner met but they looked; no sooner
looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed;
no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason;
no sooner knew the reason but they sought the
remedy. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| How bitter a thing it is to look into
happiness through another man’s eyes! |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Here comes a pair of very strange beasts,
which in all tongues are called fools. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine
own. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in
a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The Retort Courteous;… the Quip Modest;…
the Reply Churlish;… the Reproof Valiant;… the
Countercheck Quarrelsome;… the Lie with Circumstance;…
the Lie Direct. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Your If is the only peacemaker; much
virtue in If. |
| As You Like It. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Look in the chronicles; we came in with
Richard Conqueror. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of
Greece,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
And
twenty more such names and men as these
Which never
were, nor no man ever saw. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
No profit grows where is no pleasure
ta’en;
In brief, sir, study what you most
affect. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There ’s small choice in rotten
apples. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Nothing comes amiss; so money comes
withal. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And do as adversaries do in
law,—
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as
friends. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at
leisure. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A woman moved is like a fountain
troubled,—
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of
beauty. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT V Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Such duty as the subject owes the
prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband. |
| The Taming of the Shrew. ACT V Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T were all one
That I should love a
bright particular star,
And think to wed it. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The hind that would be mated by the
lion
Must die for love. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Our remedies oft in ourselves do
lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT I
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He must needs go that the devil
drives. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| My friends were poor but honest. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT I
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Oft expectation fails, and most oft
there
Where most it promises. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I will show myself highly fed and lowly
taught. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
From lowest place when virtuous things
proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer’s
deed. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| They say miracles are past. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| All the learned and authentic
fellows. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A young man married is a man that ’s
marr’d. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Make the coming hour o’erflow with
joy,
And pleasure drown the brim. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT II
Scene 4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| No legacy is so rich as honesty. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT III
Scene 5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT IV
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Whose words all ears took captive. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT V
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Praising what is lost
Makes the
remembrance dear. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT V
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The inaudible and noiseless foot of
Time. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT V
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All impediments in fancy’s course
Are
motives of more fancy. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT V
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The bitter past, more welcome is the
sweet. |
| All ’s Well that Ends Well. ACT V
Scene 3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If music be the food of love, play
on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The
appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again!
it had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the
sweet sound |
| Twelfth Night. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| One draught above heat makes him a fool;
the second mads him; and a third drowns him. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We will draw the curtain and show you the
picture. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is beauty truly blent, whose red and
white
Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid
on:
Lady, you are the cruell’st she alive
If you
will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the
world no copy. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Halloo your name to the reverberate
hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry
out. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every
wise man’s son doth know. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Then come kiss me, sweet and
twenty. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He does it with a better grace, but I do
it more natural. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Is there no respect of place, persons,
nor time in you? |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art
virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo.
Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i’ the mouth
too. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that
colour. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| These most brisk and giddy-paced
times. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Let still the woman take
An elder than
herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in
her husband’s heart:
For, boy, however we do praise
ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and
unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and
wo |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Then let thy love be younger than
thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The spinsters and the knitters in the
sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with
bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And
dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old
age. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Duke. And what ’s her history?
Vio. A
blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let
concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,
Feed on her
damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green
and yellow melancholy
She s |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am all the daughters of my father’s
house,
And all the brothers too. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An you had any eye behind you, you might
see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before
you. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Some are born great, some achieve
greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon
’em. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb
like the sun; it shines everywhere. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks
beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip! |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Love sought is good, but given unsought
is better. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let there be gall enough in thy ink;
though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I think we do know the sweet Roman
hand. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Put thyself into the trick of
singularity. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| ’T is not for gravity to play at
cherry-pit with Satan. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he
is an enemy to mankind. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If this were played upon a stage now, I
could condemn it as an improbable fiction. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Still you keep o’ the windy side of the
law. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An I thought he had been valiant and so
cunning in fence, I ’ld have seen him damned ere I’ ld
have challenged him. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Out of my lean and low ability
I ’ll
lend you something. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| As the old hermit of Prague, that never
saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King
Gorboduc, That that is, is. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras
concerning wild fowl?
Mal. That the soul of our
grandam might haply inhabit a bird. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thus the whirligig of time brings in his
revenges. |
| Twelfth Night. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
They say we are
Almost as like as
eggs. |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What ’s gone and what ’s past
help
Should be past grief. |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A snapper-up of unconsidered
trifles. |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your
sad tires in a mile-a. |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O Proserpina,
For the flowers now,
that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon!
daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and
take
The winds of March with beauty; violets
dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eye |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave
o’ the sea, |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I love a ballad in print o’ life, for
then we are sure they are true. |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To unpathed waters, undreamed
shores. |
| The Winter’s Tale. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And if his name be George, I ’ll call him
Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men’s
names. |
| King John. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For he is but a bastard to the
time
That doth not smack of observation. |
| King John. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age’s
tooth. |
| King John. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I would that I were low laid in my
grave:
I am not worth this coil that ’s made for
me. |
| King John. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Saint George, that swinged the dragon,
and e’er since
Sits on his horse back at mine
hostess’ door. |
| King John. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He is the half part of a blessed
man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a
fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection
lies in him. |
| King John. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Talks as familiarly of roaring
lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! |
| King John. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Zounds! I was never so bethump’d with
words
Since I first call’d my brother’s father
dad. |
| King John. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I will instruct my sorrows to be
proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner
stoop. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my
throne, bid kings come bow to it. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou
coward!
Thou little valiant, great in
villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger
side!
Thou Fortune’s champion that dost never
fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To
teach thee safety. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou wear a lion’s hide! doff it for
shame,
And hang a calf’s-skin on those recreant
limbs. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That no Italian priest
Shall tithe or
toll in our dominions. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Grief fills the room up of my absent
child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with
me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his
words,
Remembers me of all his gracious
parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his
form. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Life is as tedious as a twice-told
tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When Fortune means to men most
good,
She looks upon them with a threatening
eye. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And he that stands upon a slippery
place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him
up. |
| King John. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
To gild refined gold, to paint the
lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth
the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with
taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to
garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. |
| King John. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And oftentimes excusing of a
fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the
excuse. |
| King John. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I saw a smith stand with his hammer,
thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil
cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor’s
news. |
| King John. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How oft the sight of means to do ill
deeds
Make deeds ill done! |
| King John. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Mocking the air with colours idly
spread. |
| King John. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is strange that death should
sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who
chants a doleful hymn to his own death, |
| King John. ACT V Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This England never did, nor never
shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. |
| King John. ACT V Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Come the three corners of the world in
arms,
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us
rue,
If England to itself do rest but true. |
| King John. ACT V Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured
Lancaster. |
| King Richard II. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as
fire. |
| King Richard II. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The daintiest last, to make the end most
sweet. |
| King Richard II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All places that the eye of heaven
visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy
havens. |
| King Richard II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By
thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry
edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a
feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By
thinking on fantastic summer’s heat?
O, no! the
apprehens |
| King Richard II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The tongues of dying men
Enforce
attention like deep harmony. |
| King Richard II. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The setting sun, and music at the
close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest
last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long
past. |
| King Richard II. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred
isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of
Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This
fortress built by Nature for herself
Against
infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of
men, this little |
| King Richard II. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the
poor. |
| King Richard II. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Eating the bitter bread of
banishment. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Fires the proud tops of the eastern
pines. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Not all the water in the rough rude
sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed
king. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, call back yesterday, bid time
return! |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let ’s talk of graves, of worms, and
epitaphs. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And nothing can we call our own but
death
And that small model of the barren
earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our
bones.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the
ground
And tell sad stories of the death of
kings. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Comes at the last, and with a little
pin
Bores through his castle wall—and farewell
king! |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He is come to open
The purple
testament of bleeding war. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And my large kingdom for a little
grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave. |
| King Richard II. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Gave
His body to that pleasant
country’s earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain
Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so
long. |
| King Richard II. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
As in a theatre, the eyes of
men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the
stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters
next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious. |
| King Richard II. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
As for a camel
To thread the postern
of a small needle’s eye. |
| King Richard II. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| So shaken as we are, so wan with
care. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
In those holy fields
Over whose acres
walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred
years ago were nail’d
For our advantage on the bitter
cross. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the
shade, minions of the moon. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I would to God thou and I knew where a
commodity of good names were to be bought. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou hast damnable iteration, and art
indeed able to corrupt a saint. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| And now am I, if a man should speak
truly, little better than one of the wicked. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| ’T is my vocation, Hal; ’t is no sin for
a man to labour in his vocation. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He will give the devil his due. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There ’s neither honesty, manhood, nor
good fellowship in thee. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If all the year were playing
holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to
work. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new
reap’d
Showed like a stubble-land at
harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner,
And
’twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A
pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and
took & |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies
by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To
bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind
and his nobility. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And telling me, the sovereign’st thing on
earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that
it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous
saltpetre should be digg’d
Out of the bowels of the
harmless earth,
Which many a good tall f |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The blood more stirs
To rouse a lion
than to start a hare! |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
By heaven, methinks it were an easy
leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced
moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where
fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck
up drowned honour by the locks. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I know a trick worth two of that. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If the rascal have not given me medicines
to make me love him, I ’ll be hanged. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It would be argument for a week, laughter
for a month, and a good jest for ever. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards
the lean earth as he walks along. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this
flower, safety. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Brain him with his lady’s fan. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good
boy. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A plague of all cowards, I say. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There live not three good men unhanged in
England; and one of them is fat and grows old. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Call you that backing of your friends? A
plague upon such backing! |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have peppered two of them: two I am
sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell
thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face;
call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and
thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let
dr |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal
green. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Give you a reason on compulsion! If
reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give
no man a reason upon compulsion, I. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you
down. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I was now a coward on instinct. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest
me! |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What doth gravity out of his bed at
midnight? |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a
man up like a bladder. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| That reverend vice, that grey iniquity,
that father ruffian, that vanity in years. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Banish plump Jack, and banish all the
world. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of
bread to this intolerable deal of sack! |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks
forth
In strange eruptions. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I am not in the roll of common men. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty
deep.
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But
will they come when you do call for them? |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| While you live, tell truth and shame the
devil! |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I had rather be a kitten and cry
mew
Than one of these same metre
ballad-mongers. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But in the way of bargain, mark ye
me,
I ’ll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof
a little
More than a little is by much too
much. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An I have not forgotten what the inside
of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Company, villanous company, hath been the
spoil of me. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Shall I not take mine ease in mine
inn? |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This sickness doth infect
The very
life-blood of our enterprise. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That daffed the world aside,
And bid
it pass. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All plumed like estridges that with the
wind
Baited like eagles having lately
bathed;
Glittering in golden coats, like
images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And
gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I saw young Harry, with his beaver
on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly
arm’d,
Rise from the ground like feather’d
Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his
seat
As if an angel dropp’d down from the
clouds,
To turn and |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The cankers of a calm world and a long
peace. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A mad fellow met me on the way and told
me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead
bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I ’ll not
march through Coventry with them, that ’s flat: nay, and
the villains march wide betwixt the legs, |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Food for powder, food for powder; they
’ll fill a pit as well as better. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To the latter end of a fray and the
beginning of a feast |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I would ’t were bedtime, Hal, and all
well. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if
honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour
set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief
of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then?
no. What is honour? a word. What is in that w |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Two stars keep not their motion in one
sphere. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This earth that bears thee dead
Bears
not alive so stout a gentleman. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the
grave,
But not remember’d in thy epitaph! |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I could have better spared a better
man. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The better part of valour is
discretion. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy
maiden sword. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so
was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a
long hour by Shrewsbury clock. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I ’ll purge, and leave sack, and live
cleanly. |
| King Henry IV. Part I. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Even such a man, so faint, so
spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so
woe-begone,
Drew Priam’s curtain in the dead of
night,
And would have told him half his Troy was
burnt. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome
news
Hath but a losing office, and his
tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen
bell,
Remember’d tolling a departing friend. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I am not only witty in myself, but the
cause that wit is in other men. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A rascally yea-forsooth knave. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Some smack of age in you, some relish of
the saltness of time. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We that are in the vaward of our
youth. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| For my voice, I have lost it with
halloing and singing of anthems. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| It was alway yet the trick of our English
nation, if they have a good thing to make it too
common. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I were better to be eaten to death with a
rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual
motion. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If I do, fillip me with a three-man
beetle. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Who lined himself with hope,
Eating
the air on promise of supply. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When we mean to build,
We first survey
the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the
figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of
the erection. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he
that buildeth on the vulgar heart. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Past and to come seems best; things
present worst. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I ’ll tickle your catastrophe. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He hath eaten me out of house and
home. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt
goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round
table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson
week. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I do now remember the poor creature,
small beer. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thus we play the fools with the time, and
the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock
us. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He was indeed the glass
Wherein the
noble youth did dress themselves. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT II Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature’s soft
nurse! how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more
wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in
forgetfulness? |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| With all appliances and means to
boot. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Uneasy lies the head that wears a
crown. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain
to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at
Stamford fair? |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as
they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby
a’ may be thought to be accommodated,—which is an
excellent thing. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We have heard the chimes at
midnight. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: 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 radish, with a head fantastically
carved upon it with a knife. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
We are ready to try our fortunes
To
the last man. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I may justly say, with the hook-nosed
fellow of Rome, “I came, saw, and overcame.” |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT IV Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He hath a tear for pity, and a
hand
Open as day for melting charity. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT IV Scene
4. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thy wish was father, Harry, to that
thought. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT IV Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Commit
The oldest sins the newest kind
of ways. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT IV Scene
5. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A joint of mutton, and any pretty little
tiny kick-shaws, tell William cook. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| His cares are now all ended. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Falstaff. What wind blew you hither,
Pistol?
Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man
to good. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A foutre for the world and worldlings
base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys. |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or
die! |
| King Henry IV. Part II. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O for a Muse of fire, that would
ascend
The brightest heaven of invention! |
| King Henry V. Prologue.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Consideration, like an angel, came
And
whipped the offending Adam out of him. |
| King Henry V. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The
Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his
garter: that when he speaks,
The air, a chartered
libertine, is still. |
| King Henry V. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a’
babbled of green fields. |
| King Henry V. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a
sin
As self-neglecting. |
| King Henry V. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Once more unto the breach, dear friends,
once more,
Or close the wall up with our English
dead!
In peace there ’s nothing so becomes a
man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the
blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the
|
| King Henry V. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| And sheathed their swords for lack of
argument. |
| King Henry V. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I see you stand like greyhounds in the
slips,
Straining upon the start. |
| King Henry V. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I would give all my fame for a pot of ale
and safety. |
| King Henry V. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I thought upon one pair of English
legs
Did march three Frenchmen. |
| King Henry V. ACT III Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| You may as well say, that ’s a valiant
flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a
lion. |
| King Henry V. ACT III Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The hum of either army stilly
sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost
receive
The secret whispers of each other’s
watch;
Fire answers fire, and through their paly
flames
Each battle sees the other’s umbered
face;
Steed threatens s |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Prologue.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There is some soul of goodness in things
evil,
Would men observingly distil it out. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Every subject’s duty is the king’s; but
every subject’s soul is his own. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| That ’s a perilous shot out of an
elder-gun. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Who with a body filled and vacant
mind
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful
bread. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Winding up days with toil and nights with
sleep. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I
am the most offending soul alive. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This day is called the feast of
Crispian:
He that outlives this day and comes safe
home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is
named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Then shall our names,
Familiar in his
mouth |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We few, we happy few, we band of
brothers. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There is a river in Macedon; and there is
also moreover a river at Monmouth;… and there is salmons
in both. |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An arrant traitor as any is in the
universal world, or in France, or in England! |
| King Henry V. ACT IV Scene 8.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There is occasions and causes why and
wherefore in all things. |
| King Henry V. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| By this leek, I will most horribly
revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. |
| King Henry V. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If he be not fellow with the best king,
thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. |
| King Henry V. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Hung be the heavens with black, yield day
to night! |
| King Henry VI. Part I. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Between two hawks, which flies the higher
pitch;
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper
mouth;
Between two blades, which bears the better
temper;
Between two horses, which doth bear him
best;
Between two girls, which hath the merriest
eye, |
| King Henry VI. Part I. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Delays have dangerous ends. |
| King Henry VI. Part I. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
She ’s beautiful, and therefore to be
wooed;
She is a woman, therefore to be won. |
| King Henry VI. Part I. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Could I come near your beauty with my
nails,
I ’d set my ten commandments in your
face. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Smooth runs the water where the brook is
deep. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT III Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What stronger breastplate than a heart
untainted!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel
just,
And he but naked, though locked up in
steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is
corrupted. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT III Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| He dies, and makes no sign. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain
close;
And let us all to meditation. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful
day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT IV Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There shall be in England seven halfpenny
loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have
ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small
beer. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Is not this a lamentable thing, that of
the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment?
that parchment, being scribbled o’er, should undo a
man? |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Sir, he made a chimney in my father’s
house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify
it. |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT IV Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the
youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and
whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but
the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be
used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and |
| King Henry VI. Part II. ACT IV Scene
7. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How sweet a thing it is to wear a
crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all
that poets feign of bliss and joy! |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT I Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And many strokes, though with a little
axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered
oak. |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT II Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The smallest worm will turn, being
trodden on. |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Didst thou never hear
That things ill
got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for
that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to
hell? |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT II Scene
2. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Warwick, peace,
Proud setter up and
puller down of kings! |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT III Scene
3. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A little fire is quickly trodden
out;
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot
quench. |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT IV Scene
8. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Suspicion always haunts the guilty
mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. |
| King Henry VI. Part III. ACT V Scene
6. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Now is the winter of our
discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of
York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our
house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now
are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our
bruised arms hung up for |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To leave this keen encounter of our
wits. |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Was ever woman in this humour
wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won? |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Framed in the prodigality of
nature. |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The world is grown so bad,
That wrens
make prey where eagles dare not perch. |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And thus I clothe my naked
villany
With old odd ends stolen out of |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So
full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am
a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another
such a night,
Though ’t were to buy a world of happy
days. |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was
to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine
ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine
eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful
wrecks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed
upon,
Wedges of gold, g |
| King Richard III. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| So wise so young, they say, do never live
long. |
| King Richard III. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Lives like a drunken sailor on a
mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down. |
| King Richard III. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Even in the afternoon of her best
days. |
| King Richard III. ACT III Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou troublest me; I am not in the
vein. |
| King Richard III. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Their lips were four red roses on a
stalk. |
| King Richard III. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham’s
bosom. |
| King Richard III. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale
women
Rail on the Lord’s anointed. |
| King Richard III. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| An honest tale speeds best, being plainly
told. |
| King Richard III. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thus far into the bowels of the
land
Have we marched on without impediment. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
True hope is swift, and flies with
swallow’s wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner
creatures kings. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The king’s name is a tower of
strength. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Give me another horse: bind up my
wounds. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O coward conscience, how dost thou
afflict me! |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My conscience hath a thousand several
tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several
tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The early village cock
Hath twice done
salutation to the morn. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
By the apostle Paul, shadows
to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of
Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand
soldiers. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The selfsame heaven
That frowns on me
looks sadly upon him. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I
will stand the hazard of the die:
I think there be
six Richmonds in the field. |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a
horse! |
| King Richard III. ACT V Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
No man’s pie is freed
From his
ambitious finger. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Anger is like
A full-hot horse, who
being allow’d his way,
Self-mettle tires him. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Heat not a furnace for your foe so
hot
That it do singe yourself. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is but the fate of place, and the
rough brake
That virtue must go through. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is better to be lowly born,
And
range with humble livers in content,
Than to be
perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden
sorrow. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And
the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he
did sing. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is well said again,
And ’t is a
kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no
deeds. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And then to breakfast with
What
appetite you have. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have touched the highest point of all
my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my
glory
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
Like
a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me
more. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my
greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts
forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow
blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon
him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing
frost,
And |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A
still and quiet conscience. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of
glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of
honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise
in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed
it. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By
that sin fell the angels. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts
that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than
honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle
peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear
not:
Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy
country&# |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Had I but served my God with half the
zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine
age
Have left me naked to mine enemies. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
An old man, broken with the storms of
state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among
ye:
Give him a little earth for charity! |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He gave his honours to the world
again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in
peace. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| So may he rest; his faults lie gently on
him! |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He was a man
Of an unbounded
stomach. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Men’s evil manners live in brass; their
virtues
We write in water. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good
one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and
persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him
not,
But to those men that sought him sweet as
summer. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most
princely. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
After my death I wish no other
herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To
keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest
chronicler as Griffith. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To dance attendance on their lordships’
pleasures. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is a cruelty
To load a falling
man. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| You were ever good at sudden
commendations. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I come not
To hear such flattery now,
and in my presence. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| They are too thin and bare to hide
offences. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Those about her
From her shall read
the perfect ways of honour. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall
shine,
His honour and the greatness of his
name
Shall be, and make new nations. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A most unspotted lily shall she
pass
To the ground, and all the world shall mourn
her. |
| King Henry VIII. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have had my labour for my
travail. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Take but degree away, untune that
string,
And, hark, what discord follows! each thing
meets
In mere oppugnancy. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The baby figure of the giant mass
Of
things to come. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Modest doubt is call’d
The beacon of
the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the
worst. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The common curse of mankind,—folly and
ignorance. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| All lovers swear more performance than
they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they
never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten,
and discharging less than the tenth part of one. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes
out sighing. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| One touch of nature makes the whole world
kin. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And give to dust that is a little
gilt
More laud than gilt o’er-dusted. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And like a dew-drop from the lion’s
mane,
Be shook to air. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
His heart and hand both open and both
free;
For what he has he gives, what thinks he
shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his
bounty. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT IV Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The end crowns all,
And that old
common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it. |
| Troilus and Cressida. ACT IV Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike
and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action. |
| Coriolanus. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Nature teaches beasts to know their
friends. |
| Coriolanus. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A cup of hot wine with not a drop of
allaying Tiber in ’t. |
| Coriolanus. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I thank you for your voices: thank
you:
Your most sweet voices. |
| Coriolanus. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark
you
His absolute “shall”? |
| Coriolanus. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
His nature is too noble for the
world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his
trident,
Or Jove for ’s power to thunder. |
| Coriolanus. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That it shall hold companionship in
peace
With honour, as in war. |
| Coriolanus. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Serv. Where dwellest thou?
Cor. Under
the canopy. |
| Coriolanus. ACT IV Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A name unmusical to the Volscians’
ears,
And harsh in sound to thine. |
| Coriolanus. ACT IV Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Chaste as the icicle
That ’s curdied
by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian’s
temple. |
| Coriolanus. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If you have writ your annals true, ’t is
there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote,
I
Flutter’d your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did
it. Boy! |
| Coriolanus. ACT V Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Sweet mercy is nobility’s true
badge. |
| Titus Andronicus. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
She is a woman, therefore may be
woo’d;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She
is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more
water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller
of; |
| Titus Andronicus. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The eagle suffers little birds to
sing. |
| Titus Andronicus. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Gregory, remember thy swashing
blow. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
An hour before the worshipp’d
sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
As is the bud bit with an envious
worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the
air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He that is strucken blind cannot
forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight
lost. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
One fire burns out another’s
burning,
One pain is lessen’d by another’s
anguish. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That book in many’s eyes doth share the
glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden
story. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| For I am proverb’d with a grandsire
phrase. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with
you!
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In
shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the
fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of
little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Made by the joiner squirrel or old
grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’
coachmakers. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s
neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign
throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish
blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then
anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and
wakes,
And be |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the
children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain
fantasy. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| For you and I are past our dancing
days. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Too early seen unknown, and known too
late! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so
trim,
When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He jests at scars that never felt a
wound.
But, soft! what light through yonder window
breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
See, how she leans her cheek upon her
hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I
might touch that cheek! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou
Romeo? |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What ’s in a name? That which we call a
rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| For stony limits cannot hold love
out. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Alack, there lies more peril in thine
eye
Than twenty of their swords. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
At lovers’ perjuries,
They say, Jove
laughs. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I
swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree
tops—
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant
moon,
That monthly changes in her circled
orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise varia |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Too like the lightning, which doth cease
to be
Ere one can say, “It lightens.” |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening
breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we
meet. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by
night,
Like softest music to attending ears! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be
morrow. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, mickle is the powerful grace that
lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true
qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth
live
But to the earth some special good doth
give,
Nor aught so good but strain’d from that fair
use |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s
eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never
lie. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient
ears. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Stabbed with a white wench’s black
eye. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The courageous captain of
complements. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| One, two, and the third in your
bosom. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O flesh, flesh, how art thou
fishified! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear
himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he
will stand to in a month. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| These violent delights have violent
ends. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Too swift arrives as tardy as too
slow. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Here comes the lady! O, so light a
foot
Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg
is full of meat. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be
much.
Mer. No, ’t is not so deep as a well, nor so
wide as a church-door; but ’t is enough, ’t will
serve. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When he shall die,
Take him and cut
him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of
heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love
with night,
And pay no worship to the garish
sun. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Was ever book containing such vile
matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should
dwell
In such a gorgeous palace! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden
axe. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
They may seize
On the white wonder of
dear Juliet’s hand
And steal immortal blessing from
her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal
modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses
sin. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The damned use that word in hell. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Taking the measure of an unmade
grave. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund
day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Straining harsh discords and unpleasing
sharps. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All these woes shall serve
For sweet
discourses in our time to come. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Villain and he be many miles
asunder. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no
prouds. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Not stepping o’er the bounds of
modesty. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his
throne. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I do remember an apothecary,—
And
hereabouts he dwells. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery
had worn him to the bones. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A beggarly account of empty boxes. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The world is not thy friend nor the
world’s law. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Ap. My poverty, but not my will,
consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy
will. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| One writ with me in sour misfortune’s
book. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting
presence full of light. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy
lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not
advanced there. |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your
last embrace! |
| Romeo and Juliet. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth
on,
Leaving no tract behind. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Here ’s that which is too weak to be a
sinner,—honest water, which ne’er left man i’ the
mire. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray
for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so
fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Men shut their doors against a setting
sun. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Every room
Hath blazed with lights and
bray’d with minstrelsy. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Every man has his fault, and honesty is
his. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Nothing emboldens sin so much as
mercy. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Are not within the leaf of pity
writ. |
| Timon of Athens. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I ’ll example you with thievery:
The
sun ’s a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs
the vast sea; the moon ’s an arrant thief,
And her
pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea ’s a
thief, whose liquid surge resolves |
| Timon of Athens. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| As proper men as ever trod upon neat’s
leather. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Well, honour is the subject of my
story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think
of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief
not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I
myself. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
“Darest thou, Cassius, now
Leap in
with me into this angry flood,
And swim to yonder
point?” Upon the word,
Accoutred as I was, I plunged
in
And bade him follow. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of
such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the
majestic world
And bear the palm alone. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow
world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under
his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves
dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of
their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in
our |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Conjure with ’em,—
Brutus will start a
spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the
gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar
feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art
shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost th |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There was a Brutus once that would have
brook’d
The eternal devil to keep his state in
Rome
As easily as a king. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Let me have men about me that are
fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’
nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry
look;
He thinks too much: such men are
dangerous. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He reads much;
He is a great observer,
and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a
sort
As if he mock’d himself, and scorn’d his
spirit
That could be moved to smile at
anything. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| But, for my own part, it was Greek to
me. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is a common proof,
That lowliness
is young ambition’s ladder,
Whereto the
climber-upward turns his face;
But when he once
attains the upmost |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Between the acting of a dreadful
thing
And the first motion, all the interim
is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The
Genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in
council; and the state of man,
Like to a little
kingdom, suffers then |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But when I tell him he hates
flatterers,
He says he does, being then most
flattered. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no
matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
Thou
hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care
draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep’st
so sound. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
With an angry wafture of your
hand,
Gave sign for me to leave you. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
You are my true and honourable
wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Think you I am no stronger than my
sex,
Being so father’d and so husbanded? |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the
clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of
war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
These things are beyond all use,
And I
do fear them. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When beggars die, there are no comets
seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of
princes. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Cowards die many times before their
deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but
once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It
seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing
that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will
co |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Cæs. The ides of March are
come.
Sooth. Ay, Cæsar; but not gone. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But I am constant as the northern
star,
Of whose true-fix’d and resting
quality
There is no fellow in the firmament. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How many ages hence
Shall this our
lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and
accents yet unknown! |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The choice and master spirits of this
age. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of
earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these
butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest
man
That ever lived in the tide of times. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Cry “Havoc,” and let slip the dogs of
war. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me
for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I
loved Rome more. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Who is here so base that would be a
bondman? |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If any, speak; for him have I offended. I
pause for a reply. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
ears;
I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
The
evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft
interred with their bones. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So
are they all, all honourable men. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath
wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish
beasts,
And men have lost their reason. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But yesterday the word of Cæsar
might
Have stood against the world; now lies he
there,
And none so poor to do him reverence. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If you have tears, prepare to shed them
now. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| See what a rent the envious Casca
made. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This was the most unkindest cut of
all. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Great Cæsar fell.
O, what a fall was
there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us
fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish’d over
us. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What private griefs they have, alas, I
know not. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I come not, friends, to steal away your
hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you
know me all, a plain blunt man. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar
that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and
mutiny. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When love begins to sicken and
decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no
tricks in plain and simple faith. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
You yourself
Are much condemn’d to
have an itching palm. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I had rather be a dog, and bay the
moon,
Than such a Roman. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I said, an elder soldier, not a
better:
Did I say “better”? |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There is no terror, Cassius, in your
threats,
For I am arm’d so strong in honesty
That
they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect
not. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Should I have answer’d Caius Cassius
so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock
such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready,
gods, with all your thunderbolts:
Dash him to
pieces! |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A friend should bear his friend’s
infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they
are. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All his faults observed,
Set in a
note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There is a tide in the affairs of
men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to
fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is
bound in shallows and in miseries. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
We must take the current when it
serves,
Or lose our ventures. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The deep of night is crept upon our
talk,
And nature must obey necessity. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Brutus. Then I shall see thee
again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Brutus. Why, I will
see thee at Philippi, then. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But for your words, they rob the Hybla
bees,
And leave them honeyless. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Forever, and forever, farewell,
Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall
smile;
If not, why then this parting was well
made. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, that a man might know
The end of
this day’s business ere it come! |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The last of all the Romans, fare thee
well! |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This was the noblest Roman of them
all. |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
His life was gentle, and the
elements
So mix’d in him, that Nature might stand
up
And say to all the world, “This was a man!” |
| Julius Cæsar. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
1 W. When shall we three meet again
In
thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 W. When the
hurlyburly ’s done,
When the battle ’s lost and
won. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang
upon his pent-house lid. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What are these
So wither’d and so wild
in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants
o’ the earth,
And yet are on ’t? |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If you can look into the seeds of
time,
And say which grain will grow and which will
not. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The earth hath bubbles as the water
has,
And these are of them. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The insane root
That takes the reason
prisoner. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And oftentimes, to win us to our
harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us
truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray
’s
In deepest consequence. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Two truths are told,
As happy
prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial
theme. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And make my seated heart knock at my
ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are
less than horrible imaginings. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| If chance will have me king, why, chance
may crown me. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Come what come may,
Time and the hour
runs through the roughest day. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Nothing in his life
Became him like
the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied
in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he
owed,
As ’t were a careless trifle. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There ’s no art
To find the mind’s
construction in the face. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| More is thy due than more than all can
pay. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too
full o’ the milk of human kindness. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst
thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst
wrongly win. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That no compunctious visitings of
nature
Shake my fell purpose. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Your face, my thane, is as a book where
men
May read strange matters. To beguile the
time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your
eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent
flower,
But be the serpent under ’t. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Which shall to all our nights and days to
come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the
air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our
gentle senses. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The heaven’s breath
Smells wooingly
here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of
vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and
procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I
have observed,
The air is delicate. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If it were done when ’t is done, then ’t
were well
It were done quickly: if the
assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and
catch
With his surcease success; that but this
blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But
|
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his
faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great
office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels,
trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his
taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born
babe,
|
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have bought
Golden opinions from all
sorts of people. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I
would,”
Like the poor cat i’ the adage. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I dare do all that may become a
man;
Who dares do more is none. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Macb. If we should fail?
Lady M. We
fail!
But screw your courage to the
sticking-place,
And we ’ll not fail. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There ’s husbandry in heaven;
Their
candles are all out. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Is this a dagger which I see before
me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee
still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To
feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the
mind, a fal |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thou marshall’st me the way that I was
going. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Now o’er the one half-world
Nature
seems dead. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not
my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very
stones prate of my whereabout. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The bell invites me.
Hear it not,
Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven
or to hell. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal
bellman,
Which gives the stern’st good-night. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I had most need of blessing, and
“Amen”
Stuck in my throat. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no
more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!” the innocent
sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of
care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s
bath,
Balm of hurt minds, grea |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is the eye of childhood
That fears
a painted devil. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this
blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will
rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making
the green one red. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Dire combustion and confused
events
New hatch’d to the woful time. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor
name thee! |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Confusion now hath made his
masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke
ope
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole
thence
The life o’ the building! |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere
lees
Is left this vault to brag of. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and
furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A falcon, towering in her pride of
place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and
kill’d. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin
up
Thine own life’s means! |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I must become a borrower of the
night
For a dark hour or twain. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Let every man be master of his
time
Till seven at night. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Upon my head they placed a fruitless
crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my
gripe,
Thence to be wrench’d with an unlineal
hand,
No son of mine succeeding. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Mur. We are men, my liege.
Mac. Ay, in
the catalogue ye go for men. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile
blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that
I am reckless what
I do to spite the world. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
So weary with disasters, tugg’d with
fortune,
That I would set my life on any
chance,
To mend it, or be rid on ’t. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Things without all remedy
Should be
without regard; what ’s done is done. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d
it. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to
gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the
torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy.
Duncan is in his grave;
After life’s fitful fever he
sleeps well:
Treason has done his worst; nor
stee |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Things bad begun make strong themselves
by ill. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To
gain the timely inn. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But now I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confined,
bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Now, good digestion wait on
appetite,
And health on both! |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou canst not say I did it; never
shake
Thy gory locks at me. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The time has been,
That when the
brains were out the man would die,
And there an end;
but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders
on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I drink to the general joy o’ the whole
table. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou hast no speculation in those
eyes
Which thou dost glare with! |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A thing of custom,—’t is no
other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou
like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm’d rhinoceros,
or the Hyrcan tiger,—
Take any shape but that, and my
firm nerves
Shall never tremble. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal
mockery, hence! |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
You have displac’d the mirth, broke the
good meeting,
With most admir’d disorder. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Can such things be,
And overcome us
like a summer’s cloud,
Without our special
wonder? |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Stand not upon the order of your
going,
But go at once. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Macb. What is the night?
L. Macb.
Almost at odds with morning, which is which. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that,
should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as
go o’er. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy
cloud, and stays for me. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire
burn, and cauldron bubble. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of
bat and tongue of dog. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
By the pricking of my
thumbs,
Something wicked this way
comes.
Open,
locks,
Whoever
knocks! |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| How now, you secret, black, and midnight
hags! |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I ’ll make assurance double sure,
And
take a bond of fate. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Show his eyes, and grieve his
heart;
Come like shadows, so depart! |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| What, will the line stretch out to the
crack of doom? |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I ’ll charm the air to give a
sound,
While you perform your antic round. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The flighty purpose never is
o’ertook,
Unless the deed go with it. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When our actions do not,
Our fears do
make us traitors. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For this relief much thanks: ’t is bitter
cold,
And I am sick at heart. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But in the gross and scope of my
opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our
state. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Whose sore task
Does not divide the
Sunday from the week. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This sweaty haste
Doth make the night
joint-labourer with the day. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
In the most high and palmy state of
Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The
graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did
squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And then it started like a guilty
thing
Upon a fearful summons. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or
air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his
confine. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
It faded on the crowing of the
cock.
Some say that ever ’gainst that season
comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is
celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night
long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
So have I heard, and do in part believe
it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle
clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward
hill. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
All that lives must die,
Passing
through nature to eternity. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
“seems.”
’T is not alone my inky cloak, good
mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But I have that within which passeth
show;
These but the trappings and the suits of
woe. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is a fault to Heaven,
A fault
against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most
absurd. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, that this too too solid flesh would
melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that
the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ’gainst
self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat,
and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my
mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of
heaven
Visit her face too roughly. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Why, she would hang on him,
As if
increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed
on. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My father’s brother, but no more like my
father
Than I to Hercules. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral
baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage
tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in
heaven
Or ever I had seen that day. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He was a man, take him for all in
all,
I shall not look upon his like again. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| While one with moderate haste might tell
a hundred. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Ham. His beard was grizzled,—no?
Hor.
It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable
silver’d. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Upon the platform, ’twixt eleven and
twelve. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the
earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A violet in the youth of primy
nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not
lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a
minute. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The chariest maid is prodigal
enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the
moon:
Virtue itself ’scapes not calumnious
strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the
spring
Too oft before their buttons be
disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Do not, as some ungracious pastors
do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to
heaven;
Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless
libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance
treads,
And recks not his own rede. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Be thou familiar, but by no means
vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption
tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but
being in,
Bear ’t that the opposed may beware of
thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy
voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy
judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can
buy,
Bu |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Neither a borrower nor a lender
be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And
borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above
all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow,
as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to
a |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When the blood burns, how prodigal the
soul
Lends the tongue vows. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Be somewhat scanter of your maiden
presence. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very
cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But to my mind, though I am native
here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More
honoured in the breach than the observance. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Angels and ministers of grace, defend
us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin
damn’d,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts
from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or
charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable
shape
That I will spea |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My fate cries out,
And makes each
petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean
lion’s nerve. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I ’ll
make a ghost of him that lets me! |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Something is rotten in the state of
Denmark. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a
certain term to walk the night,
And for the day
confin’d to fast in fires, |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat
weed
That roots itself |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning
air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my
orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Cut off even in the blossoms of my
sin,
Unhousell’d, disappointed, unaneled,
No
reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my
imperfections on my head. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Leave her to heaven
And to those
thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting
her. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The glow-worm shows the matin to be
near,
And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
While memory holds a seat
In this
distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table
of my memory
I ’ll wipe away all trivial fond
records. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O villain, villain, smiling, damned
villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That
one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least
I ’m sure it may be so in Denmark. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Ham. There ’s ne’er a villain dwelling in
all Denmark
But he ’s an arrant knave.
Hor. There
needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell
us this. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Every man has business and
desire,
Such as it is. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on—you
hear this fellow in the cellarage. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O day and night, but this is wondrous
strange! |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
There are more things in heaven and
earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your
philosophy. |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The time is out of joint: O cursed
spite,
That ever I was born to set it right! |
| Hamlet. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The flash and outbreak of a fiery
mind,
A savageness in unreclaimed blood. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That he is mad, ’t is true: ’t is true ’t
is pity;
And pity ’t is ’t is true. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Find out the cause of this effect,
Or
rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect
defective comes by cause. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Doubt thou the stars are
fire;
Doubt that the sun doth
move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But
never doubt I love. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| To be honest as this world goes, is to be
one man picked out of ten thousand. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Pol. What do you read, my lord?
Ham.
Words, words, words. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Though this be madness, yet there is
method in ’t. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| On fortune’s cap we are not the very
button. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There is nothing either good or bad, but
thinking makes it so. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Beggar that I am, I am even poor in
thanks. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the
air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this
majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it
appears no other thing to me than a foul and pesti |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Man delights not me: no, nor woman
neither. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There is something in this more than
natural, if philosophy could find it out. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a
treasure hadst thou! |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
One fair daughter and no more,
The
which he loved passing well. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The play, I remember, pleased not the
million; ’t was caviare to the general. |
| Hamlet. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may
mar your fortunes. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I want that glib and oily art,
To
speak and purpose not. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
A still-soliciting eye, and such a
tongue
As I am glad I have not. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Time shall unfold what plaited cunning
hides. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| As if we were villains by necessity;
fools by heavenly compulsion. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| That which ordinary men are fit for, I am
qualified in; and the best of me is diligence. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it
is
To have a thankless child! |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Striving to better, oft we mar what ’s
well. |
| King Lear. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing
sorrow,
Thy element ’s below. |
| King Lear. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Nature in you stands on the very
verge
Of her confine. |
| King Lear. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Let not women’s weapons,
water-drops,
Stain my man’s cheeks! |
| King Lear. ACT II Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage!
blow! |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I tax not you, you elements, with
unkindness. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old
man. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There was never yet fair woman but she
made mouths in a glass. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within
thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp’d of justice. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am a man
More sinn’d against than
sinning. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun
that. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you
are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless
storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed
sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend
you
From seasons such as these? |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to
feel what wretches feel. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But mice and rats, and such small
deer,
Have been Tom’s food for seven long year. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I ’ll talk a word with this same learned
Theban. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Child Rowland to the dark tower
came,
His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum,
I
smell the blood of a British man. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch,
and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel
grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail
tike or trundle-tail. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I am tied to the stake, and I must stand
the course. |
| King Lear. ACT III Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The lowest and most dejected thing of
fortune. |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The worst is not
So long as we can
say, “This is the worst.” |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Patience and sorrow strove
Who should
express her goodliest. |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Half way down
Hangs one that gathers
samphire, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger
than his head:
The fishermen that walk upon the
beach
Appear like mice. |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Give me an ounce of civet, good
apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| A man may see how this world goes with no
eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails
upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change
places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is
the thief? |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Through tatter’d clothes small vices do
appear;
Robes and furr’d gowns hide all. |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Mine enemy’s dog,
Though he had bit
me, should have stood that night
Against my
fire. |
| King Lear. ACT IV Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The
gods themselves throw incense. |
| King Lear. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The gods are just, and of our pleasant
vices
Make instruments to plague us. |
| King Lear. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and
low,—an excellent thing in woman. |
| King Lear. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he
hates him much
That would upon the rack of this tough
world
Stretch him out longer. |
| King Lear. ACT V Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That never set a squadron in the
field,
Nor the division of a battle knows. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is the curse of service,
Preferment
goes by letter and affection,
And not by old
gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the
first. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
We cannot all be masters, nor all
masters
Cannot be truly follow’d. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I will wear my heart upon my
sleeve
For daws to peck at. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| You are one of those that will not serve
God, if the devil bid you. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Most potent, grave, and reverend
signiors,
My very noble and approv’d good
masters,
That I have ta’en away this old man’s
daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married
her:
The very head and front of my offending
Hath
this |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Her father loved me; oft invited
me;
Still question’d me the story of my life,
From
year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I
have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish
days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell
it |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And often did beguile her of her
tears,
When I did speak of some distressful
stroke
That my youth suffer’d. My story being
done,
She gave me for my pains a world of
sighs;
She swore, in faith, ’t was strange, ’t was
passing stra |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The robb’d that smiles, steals something
from the thief. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The tyrant custom, most grave
senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of
war
My thrice-driven bed of down. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The food that to him now is as luscious
as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as
coloquintida. |
| Othello. ACT I Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| One that excels the quirks of blazoning
pens. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The
thing I am, by seeming otherwise. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
She that was ever fair and never
proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never
loud. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
She was a wight, if ever such wight
were,—
Des. To do what?
Iago. To suckle fools and
chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent
conclusion! |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| You may relish him more in the soldier
than in the scholar. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If after every tempest come such
calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken’d
death! |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| I have very poor and unhappy brains for
drinking. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
King Stephen was a worthy
peer,
His breeches cost him but a
crown;
He held them sixpence all too
dear,—
With that he called the tailor
lown. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights
the isle
From her propriety. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest
censure. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Thy honesty and love doth mince this
matter. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Cassio, I love thee;
But never more be
officer of mine. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Iago. What, are you hurt,
lieutenant?
Cas. Ay, past all surgery. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I
have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part
of myself, and what remains is bestial. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou
hast no name to be known by, let us call thee
devil! |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| O God, that men should put an enemy in
their mouths to steal away their brains! |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless’d,
and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good
wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well
used. |
| Othello. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my
soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee
not,
Chaos is come again. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As
thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of
thoughts
The worst of words. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Good name in man and woman, dear my
lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who
steals my purse steals trash; ’t is something,
nothing;
’T was mine, ’t is his, and has been slave
to thousands;
But he that filches from me my |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is
the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it
feeds on. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But, O, what damned minutes tells he
o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet
strongly |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Poor and content is rich and rich
enough. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
To be once in doubt
Is once to be
resolv’d. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If I do prove her haggard,
Though that
her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I ’ld whistle
her off and let her down the wind,
To prey at
fortune. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O curse of marriage,
That we can call
these delicate creatures ours,
And not their
appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the
vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing
I love
For others’ uses. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Trifles light as air
Are to the
jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy
writ. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the
drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee
to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst
yesterday. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I swear ’t is better to be much
abused
Than but to know ’t a little. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He that is robb’d, not wanting what is
stolen,
Let him not know ’t, and he ’s not robb’d at
all. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil
mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and
the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O,
farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill
trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing
f |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Take note, take note, O world,
To be
direct and honest is not safe. |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For ’t
is of aspics’ tongues! |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy
current and compulsive course
Ne’er feels retiring
ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the
Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent
pace,
Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb t |
| Othello. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the
pity of it, Iago! |
| Othello. ACT IV Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I understand a fury in your words,
But
not the words. |
| Othello. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure
for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving
finger |
| Othello. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Patience, thou young and rose-lipp’d
cherubin. |
| Othello. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair
and smell’st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee,
would thou hadst ne’er been born. |
| Othello. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O Heaven, that such companions thou ’ldst
unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To
lash the rascals naked through the world! |
| Othello. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This is the night
That either makes me
or fordoes me quite. |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Put out the light, and then put out the
light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I
can again thy former light restore
Should I repent
me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning’st
pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Had all his hairs been lives, my great
revenge
Had stomach for them all. |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Curse his better angel from his
side,
And fall to reprobation. |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Man but a rush against Othello’s
breast,
And he retires. |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have done the state some service, and
they know ’t.
No more of that. I pray you, in your
letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds
relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing
extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must
you speak
O |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I took by the throat the circumcised
dog,
And smote him, thus. |
| Othello. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| There ’s beggary in the love that can be
reckon’d. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT I Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
On the sudden
A Roman thought hath
struck him. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| This grief is crowned with
consolation. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT I Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Where ’s my serpent of old Nile? |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My salad days,
When I was green in
judgment. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT I Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless
sauce his appetite. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Small to greater matters must give
way. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: 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 so perfumed that
The
winds were love-sick with them; the oars were
silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke,
a |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Age cannot wither her, nor custom
stale
Her infinite variety. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have not kept my square; but that to
come
Shall all be done by the rule. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T was merry when
You wager’d on your
angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his
hook, which he
With fervency drew up. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy
Bacchus with pink eyne! |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT II Scene 7.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Who does i’ the wars more than his
captain can
Becomes his captain’s captain; and
ambition,
The soldier’s virtue, rather makes choice
of loss,
Than gain which darkens him. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT III Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
He wears the rose
Of youth upon
him. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT III Scene
13. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Men’s judgments are
A parcel of their
fortunes; and things outward
Do draw the inward
quality after them,
To suffer all alike. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT III Scene
13. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
To business that we love we rise
betime,
And go to ’t with delight. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
This morning, like the spirit of a
youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The shirt of Nessus is upon me. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 12.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Sometime we see a cloud that ’s
dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or
lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked
mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon
’t. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 14.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That which is now a horse, even with a
thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it
indistinct,
As water is in water. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 14.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv’d in
such dishonour that the gods
Detest my
baseness. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 14.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, wither’d is the garland of the
war,
The soldier’s pole is fallen. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 15.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Let ’s do it after the high Roman
fashion. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT IV Scene 15.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For his bounty,
There was no winter in
’t; an autumn ’t was
That grew the more by
reaping. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
If there be, or ever were, one
such,
It ’s past the size of dreaming. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons,
rules, and hammers. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
I have
Immortal longings in me. |
| Antony and Cleopatra. ACT V Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Lest the bargain should catch cold and
starve. |
| Cymbeline. ACT I Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh
lily. |
| Cymbeline. ACT II Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The most patient man in loss, the most
coldest that ever turned up ace. |
| Cymbeline. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate
sings,
And Phœbus ’gins arise, |
| Cymbeline. ACT II Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for
silk. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
So slippery that
The fear ’s as bad as
falling. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 3.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
No, ’t is slander,
Whose edge is
sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all
the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting
winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was
her painting, hath betray’d him:
Poor I am stale, a
garment out of fashion. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
It is no act of common passage, but
A
strain of rareness. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will
diet me with. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 4.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint,
when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
An angel! or, if not,
An earthly
paragon! |
| Cymbeline. ACT III Scene 6.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting
toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. |
| Cymbeline. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And put
My clouted brogues from off my
feet. |
| Cymbeline. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Golden lads and girls all must,
As
chimney-sweepers, come to dust. |
| Cymbeline. ACT IV Scene 2.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O, never say hereafter
But I am truest
speaker. You call’d me brother
When I was but your
sister. |
| Cymbeline. ACT V Scene 5.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Like an arrow shot
From a
well-experienc’d archer hits the mark
His eye doth
level at. |
| Pericles. ACT I Scene
1. |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes
live in the sea.
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the
great ones eat up the little ones. |
| Pericles. ACT II Scene 1.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine
ear. |
| Venus and Adonis. Line# 145.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
For he being dead, with him is beauty
slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes
again. |
| Venus and Adonis. Line# 1019.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| The grass stoops not, she treads on it so
light. |
| Venus and Adonis. Line# 1027.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in
thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime. |
| Sonnet III |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When to the sessions of sweet silent
thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I
sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old
woes new wail my dear time’s waste. |
| Sonnet XXX |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed
are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet. |
| Sonnet III |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it
deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it
live. |
| Sonnet XIII |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Not marble, nor the gilded
monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful
rhyme. |
| Sonnet IV |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor
boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their
power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a
plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a
flower? |
| Sonnet XIV |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
And simple truth miscall’d
simplicity,
And captive good attending captain
ill. |
| Sonnet XVI |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A
crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air. |
| Sonnet XX |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
That time of year thou may’st in me
behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do
hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the
cold,—
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds
sang. |
| Sonnet XXIII |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Your monument shall be my gentle
verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall
o’er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall
rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are
dead;
You still shall live—such virtue hath my
pen—
Wher |
| Sonnet XXXI |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Do not drop in for an after-loss.
Ah,
do not, when my heart hath ’scap’d this sorrow,
Come
in the rearward of a conquer’d woe;
Give not a windy
night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos’d
overthrow. |
| Sonnet XC |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his
trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. |
| Sonnet XCVIII |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
My nature is subdu’d
To what it works
in, like the dyer’s hand. |
| Sonnet CXI |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Let me not to the marriage of true
minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which
alters when it alteration finds. |
| Sonnet CXVI |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
’T is better to be vile than vile
esteem’d,
When not to be receives reproach of
being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so
deem’d,
Not by our feeling, but by others’
seeing. |
| Sonnet CXXI |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
No, I am that I am, and they that
level
At my abuses reckon up their own. |
| Sonnet CXXI |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
So on the tip of his subduing
tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions
deep,
All replication prompt, and reason
strong,
For his advantage still did wake and
sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher
weep,
He had the dialect and differ |
| A Lover’s Complaint. Line# 120.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
O father, what a hell of witchcraft
lies
In the small orb of one particular tear. |
| A Lover’s Complaint. Line# 288.
|
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
| Bad in the best, though excellent in
neither. |
| The Passionate Pilgrim.
III |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live
together. |
| The Passionate Pilgrim.
VIII |
| Author: William
Shakespeare |
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A
woman’s nay doth stand for naught? |
| The Passionate Pilgrim.
XIV |
|
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