Quotes from William Shakespeare

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

It is not in our stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.