Quotes from William Shakespeare

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deedsMakes ill deeds done!

O thou invisible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!

Celerity is never more admir'dThan by the negligent.

The true beginning of our end.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparallel'd.

I would not be a queenFor all the world.

The demi-Atlas of this earth, the armAnd burgonet of men.

Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill:Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.

Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.There's nothing situate under heaven's eyeBut hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.

No man's pie is freedFrom his ambitious finger.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my sense in forgetfulness?

And let the welkin roar.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on 's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come; unbutton here.

O curse of marriage!That we can call these delicate creatures ours,And not their appetites. I had rather be a toad,And live upon the vapor of a dungeon,Than keep a corner in the thing I loveFor others' uses.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen.

Falstaff sweats to deathAnd lards the lean earth as he walks along.

Paddling palms and pinching fingers.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

O England! model to thy inward greatness,Like little body with a mighty heart,What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do,Were all thy children kind and natural!

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper.