Quotes from William Shakespeare

Is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night?

Oh, what a world is this when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!

Oh, Romeo, Romeo! ¿Por qué eres Romeo? Renuncia a tu padre, abjura tu nombre; o, si no quieres esto, jura solamente amarme y ceso de ser una Capuleto.

This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. They exit.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

Deep malice makes too deep incision. Forget, forgive, conclude and be agreed.

Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment...

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.

The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,            For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else suffer'd it will set the heart on fire.

I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain'.

To bed, to bed! There's a knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed!

Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.' [Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

I am fortunes fool.

Thrice to thine and thrice to mine and thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! The charm's wound up.

pleasure will be paid one time or another.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse if imagination amend them.

The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates and have him talk to me In any summerhouse in Christendom.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)

What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?