Quotes from William Shakespeare

So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book, For yet ere supper-time must I perform Much business appertaining.

Worthy Timon,-- TIMON Of none but such as you, and you of Timon.

L'amore, com'io penso, e la ingenuità d'una lingua impacciata, pur senza parlare, sanno significare molto.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!— Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell

There is no more mercy in [Coriolanus] than there is milk in a male tiger.

Saadeti tamamen idrak eden bir kimse, Ä°fadeden acizdir duyduÄŸu saadeti, Bu his onu tamamen tatmin ettiÄŸi için, Yoktur kelimelerle süslemenin imkân?. Servetini sayanlar dilencilerdir ancak, Benim aÅŸk?m o kadar fazlalaÅŸm?? artm?? ki Servetimin yar?s?n? bile saymak imkâns?z.

New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold But with the aid of use.

Give me my longsword, ho!

All that glitters is not gold Often you have heard that told.

O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

A contract of eternal bond of love,   Confirmed by mutual joinder of your hands,   Attested by the holy close of lips,   Strengthened by interchangement of your rings,   And all the ceremony of this compact   Sealed in my function, by my testimony;

cram's with praise, and make's As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages; you may ride's With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere With spur we heat an acre.

Think you I am no stronger than my own sex being so father'd and husbanded?

Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.

What's yet in this That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

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

you do assist the storm.

Dostluk s?caktan soÄŸuÄŸa böyle geçer iÅŸte. Dikkat et, hep böyle olur, Lucilius. Sevgi tükenip bezginliÄŸe yüz tuttu mu, Zoraki nezaket gösterileri baÅŸlar. Aç?k yürekli, candan baÄŸl? bir insan gösteriÅŸ yapmaz.

How does thy honor? Let me lick your shoe, I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow.

Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid!