Quotes from William Shakespeare

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

Daffodils,That come before the swallow dares, and takeThe winds of March with beauty.

For courage mounteth with occasion.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, But gold that's put to use more gold begets.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves;Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

The little dogs and all,Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

Perseverance, dear my lord,Keeps honor bright: to have done, is to hangQuite out of fashion, like a rusty mailIn monumental mockery.

Here's flowers for you:Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram,The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun,And with him rises weeping: these are flowersOf middle summer, and I think they are givenTo men of middle age.

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

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

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.

Time's glory is to calm contending kings,To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Small things make base men proud.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Silence that dreadful bell! it frights the isleFrom her propriety.

And then to breakfast withWhat appetite you have.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Act II

In thy face I seeThe map of honor, truth, and loyalty.