Quotes from William Shakespeare

Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to dispair.

pero perseverar en obstinado desconsuelo es una conducta de impía terquedad; es un pesar indigno del hombre; muestra una voluntad rebelde al Cielo, un corazón débil, un alma sin resignación, una inteligencia limitada e inculta.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again?

though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king of courtesy

There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it to the last article. --Othello, Act III, Scene iii

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the...enemy does much.

That will be ere the set of sun.

CAPULET: ...Well, we were born to die.

I do believe, induced by potent circumstances That thou art mine enemy.

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.

My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

She smiled with so sweet a cheer That had Narcissus seen her as she stood Self-love had never drowned him in the flood

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality. William Shakespeare

For a quart of Ale is a dish for a king.

When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

A gross hag And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. ANTIGONUS ~ Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject.

It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear

Tempt not a desperate man

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.