Quotes from William Shakespeare

'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.Rancor will out.

They are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

[W]ell-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads...

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youthAnd delves the parallels in beauty's brow.

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter!

O, what may man within him hide,Though angel on the outward side!

Macbeth: If we should fail—Lady Macbeth: We fail!But screw your courage to the sticking-place,And we'll not fail.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum.

I have not kept my square, but that to comeShall all be done by the rule.

How many ages henceShall this our lofty scene be acted o'er,In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

Wormwood, wormwood.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

A light wife doth make a heavy husband.

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O! the world hath not a sweeter creature; she might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks.

O! thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint.

Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd,She is a woman, therefore to be won.

'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.

'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

I drink to the general joy of the whole table.