Quotes from William Shakespeare

For in the fatness of these pursy timesVirtue itself of vice must pardon beg.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,My gay apparel for an almsman's gown.

I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.

A maiden never bold;Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motionBlush'd at herself.

To perseverIn obstinate condolement is a courseOf impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,A heart unfortified, a mind impatient.

It is a heretic that makes the fire,Not she which burns in 't.

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

Didst thou never hearThat things ill got had ever bad success?

Let us not burden our remembrancesWith a heaviness that's gone.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

There live not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.

So every bondman in his own hand bearsThe power to cancel his captivity.

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.

The hare of whom the proverb goes,Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard.

A very beadle to a humorous sigh.

The time and my intents are savage-wild,More fierce and more inexorable farThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.

'Tis in my memory lock'd,And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark youHis absolute "shall"?

Many things, having full referenceTo one consent, may work contrariously;As many arrows, loosed several ways,Fly to one mark; as many ways meet in one town;As many fresh streams meet in one salt sea;As many lines close in the dial's center;So may a thousand actions, once afoot,End in one purpose, and be all well borneWithout defeat.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em;Thought is free.

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of timeAnd razure of oblivion.

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;Come like shadows, so depart.

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.