Quotes from William Shakespeare

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King;

O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die

Where lies your text? Viola: In Orsino's bosom. Olivia: In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? Viola: To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Away and mark the time with fairest show, False face must hide what false heart doth know.

By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

for the eye sees not itself, but by reflection, by some other things.

Come and take choice of all my library and so beguile thy sorrow.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds, They smack of honor both.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love

A light heart lives long.

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble is reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily.

My salad days, When I was green in judgment: cold in blood, To say as I said then! But, come, away; Get me ink and paper: He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Egypt.

O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady: If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need- You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.