Quotes from William Shakespeare

Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,Uproar the universal peace, confoundAll unity on earth.

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,With bated breath, and whispering humbleness,Say this.

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet!Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swordsIn our own proper entrails.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne!

Sir Toby: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?Clown: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

That in the captain's but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

O! a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

I see thy glory like a shooting starFall to the base earth from the firmament.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

And give to dust that is a little giltMore laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;I pray for no man but myself:Grant I may never prove so fond,To trust man on his oath or bond.

But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound inTo saucy doubts and fears.

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

They fool me to the top of my bent.

We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.

I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.

Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.

Past hope, past cure, past help!

'Tis mad idolatryTo make the service greater than the god.

As quiet as a lamb.