Quotes from William Shakespeare

For herein Fortune shows herself more kindThan is her custom: it is still her useTo let the wretched man outlive his wealth,To view with hollow eye and wrinkled browAn age of poverty.

Yield not thy neckTo fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mindStill ride in triumph over all mischance.

Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish;A vapor sometime like a bear or lion,A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,A forked mountain, or blue promontoryWith trees upon 't.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

Ferdinand:… Here's my hand.Miranda: And mine, with my heart in't.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meatsDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.Would I had met my dearest foe in heavenEre I had ever seen that day.

All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.

In Aleppo once,Where a malignant and a turban'd TurkBeat a Venetian and traduc'd the state,I took by the throat the circumcised dog,And smote him thus.

I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,And not have strew'd thy grave.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

They surfeited with honey and beganTo loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a littleMore than a little is by much too much.

Trust none;For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.

The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just,And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;Who covers faults, at last shame them derides.

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,Remembers me of all his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

Apothecary: My poverty, but not my will, consents.Romeo: I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

When the lion fawns upon the lamb,The lamb will never cease to follow him.

Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep.Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man;But will they come when you do call for them?

'Tis a common proof,That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;But when he once attains the upmost round,He then unto the ladder turns his back,Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degreesBy which he did ascend.

At your ageThe heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble.

The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation.