Quotes from William Shakespeare

The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst cruelty; make thick my blood,Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenThe effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee.

Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause,But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

O sun!Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in; darkling standThe varying shore o' the world.

There's something tells me, but it is not love,I would not lose you; and you know yourself,Hate counsels not in such a quality.

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten and discharging less than the tenth part of one.

The beastWith many heads butts me away.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,When not to be receives reproach of being.

Adam was a gardener.

Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.

There's a skirmish of wit between them.

I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you as 'twere any nightingale.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,And recks not his own rede.

The saying is true, "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound."

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on.

Things rank and gross in naturePossess it merely. That it should come to this!

I am not in the roll of common men.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

An old man, broken with the storms of state,Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;Give him a little earth for charity.

Thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this.

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.