Quotes from William Shakespeare

The bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.

The big round tearsCours'd one another down his innocent noseIn piteous chase.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.

Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.

A purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning.

Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

Dwindle, peak, and pine.

Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back.

On horror's head horrors accumulate.

How sour sweet music isWhen time is broke and no proportion kept!So is it in the music of men's lives.

They are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing.

Is it so nominated in the bond?

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

The king's name is a tower of strength.

The very life-blood of our enterprise.

He wants the natural touch.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

You care not who sees your back: call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,Without my stir.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye.

Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'dWrack to the seaman, tempest to the field.