Quotes from William Shakespeare

For how can tyrants safely govern home,Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?

The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

Fie, fie upon her!There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body.

How cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf?

Beggars mounted run their horse to death.

The bookish theoric.

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.

He that has and a little tiny wit,With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,Must make content with his fortunes fit,Though the rain it raineth every day.

So pester'd with a popinjay.

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,Frosty, but kindly.

The sun's o'ercast with blood: fair day, adieu!Which is the side that I must go withal?I am with both: each army hath a hand;And in their rage, I having hold of both,They whirl asunder and dismember me.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending ears!

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if."

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Thou deboshed fish thou.

Hamlet: For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter?Polonius: I have, my lord.Hamlet: Let her not walk i' the sun.

Press not a falling man too far.

Look, how my ring encompasseth thy finger,Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart;Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

Constant you are,But yet a woman: and for secrecy,No lady closer; for I well believeThou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O! I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centerObserve degree, priority, and place,Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,Office, and custom, in all line of order.

There's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face:He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trust.

Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,To make my small elves coats.