William Shakespeare Quotes
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.William Shakespeare
You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.William Shakespeare
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.William Shakespeare
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.William Shakespeare
The course of true love never did run smooth.William Shakespeare
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.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
Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.William Shakespeare
Be not afraid of greatness some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.William Shakespeare
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.William Shakespeare
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.William Shakespeare
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.William Shakespeare
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!William Shakespeare
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
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.William Shakespeare
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.William Shakespeare
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.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
Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.William Shakespeare
This above all to thine own self be true.William Shakespeare
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.William Shakespeare
