William Shakespeare Quotes

I am not bound to please thee with my answers.
William Shakespeare
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the godsThey kill us for their sport.
William Shakespeare

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
William Shakespeare
Life is a tale told by an idiot - - Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
William Shakespeare
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Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.
William Shakespeare
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.
William Shakespeare
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To thine own self be true -; And it must follow as the night the day; Thou canst not be false to any man.
William Shakespeare
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
William Shakespeare
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
William Shakespeare
For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honourable men.
William Shakespeare
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
William Shakespeare
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks.
William Shakespeare
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
William Shakespeare
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare
William shakespeare - the soul of this man is in his clothes....
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.
William Shakespeare
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
William Shakespeare
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
William Shakespeare
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
William Shakespeare
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
William Shakespeare
But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil. And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ, And seem I a saint, when most I play the Devil.
William Shakespeare
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
William Shakespeare
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
William Shakespeare
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
William Shakespeare
The course of true love was never easy.
William Shakespeare
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
William Shakespeare
Excellent wretch Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
William Shakespeare
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
William Shakespeare
Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might winBy fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
William Shakespeare
Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
William Shakespeare
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him.
William Shakespeare
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
William Shakespeare
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
William Shakespeare
You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.
William Shakespeare
In false quarrels there is no true valor.
William Shakespeare
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
William Shakespeare