Quotes from William Shakespeare

O! he sits high in all the people's hearts:And that which would appear offense in us,His countenance, like richest alchemy,Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

As a surfeit of the sweetest thingsThe deepest loathing to the stomach brings.

Macbeth: What is the night?Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

A young man married is a man that's marr'd.

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"Like the poor cat i' the adage.

Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

Thy quips and thy quiddities.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait,For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion.

Society is no comfortTo one not sociable.

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.

It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;Too like the lightning, which doth cease to beEre one can say it lightens.

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;Regent of love-rimes, lord of folded arms,The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,Liege of all loiters and malcontents.

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,Sing all a green willow;Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,Sing willow, willow, willow.

That sir which serves and seeks for gain,And follows but for form,Will pack when it begins to rain,And leave thee in the storm.

You are my true and honorable wife,As dear to me as are the ruddy dropsThat visit my sad heart.

Take but degree away, untune that string,And, hark! what discord follows; each thing meetsIn mere oppugnancy: the bounded watersShould lift their bosoms higher than the shores,And make a sop of all this solid globe.

I'll queen it no inch further,But milk my ewes and weep.

One Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain,A mere anatomy, a mountebank,A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller,A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch,A living-dead man.

And do as adversaries do in law,Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.

There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.

I found you as a morsel, cold uponDead Caesar's trencher.