Quotes from William Shakespeare

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,And merrily hent the stile-a:A merry heart goes all the day,Your sad tires in a mile-a.

If I can catch him once upon the hip,I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

Her voice was ever soft,Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.

Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,And we must sleep.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,And is not careful what they mean thereby.

Holla your name to the reverberate hills,And make the babbling gossip of the airCry out, "Olivia!"

The hind that would be mated by the lionMust die for love.

'Tis the strumpet's plagueTo beguile many and be beguil'd by one.

Affection! thy intention stabs the center:Thou dost make possible things not so held,Communicat'st with dreams.

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,Lives not alone immured in the brain.

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestowUpon the foul disease.

'Tis a naughty night to swim in.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

For many men that stumble at the thresholdAre well foretold that danger lurks within.

Lear: So young, and so untender?Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.

Let none presumeTo wear an undeserved dignity.O! that estates, degrees, and officesWere not deriv'd corruptly, and that clear honorWere purchas'd by the merit of the wearer.

Could I come near your beauty with my nailsI'd set my ten commandments in your face.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;And vice sometime's by action dignified.

The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;Filths savor but themselves.

Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen.

To fear the worst oft cures the worse.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without an orator.