Quotes from William Shakespeare

love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

But you are wise, Or else you love not, for to be wise and love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.

if money go before, all ways do lie open.

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

The common curse of mankind, - folly and ignorance

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter? Valentine. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself? Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow

God be wi' you. Let's meet as little as we can. Orlando: I do desire we may be better strangers.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.

On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: That bucket down and full of tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.

Come on then, I will swear to study so To know the thing I am forbid to know - Berowne

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

Whence is that knocking? How is't with me when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha - they pluck out mine eyes! 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.

Life is better life past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man – As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!

We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence, For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.