Quotes from William Shakespeare

By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.

Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.

Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas.

What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog.

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

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!

Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused!

There's daggers in men's smiles.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.

My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!