Quotes from William Shakespeare

For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Ships are but boards, sailors but men.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.

I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.

Such antics do not amount to a man.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

But pearls are fair; and the old saying is: Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.

Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

He is the most wretched of men who has never felt adversity.

Put money in thy purse.

In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.

This is no time to lend money, especially upon bare friendship without security.

If money go before, all ways do lie open.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be for loan oft loses both itself and friend and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness.