Quotes from William Shakespeare

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

A plague o' both your houses

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety other women cloyThe appetites they feed, but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies.

Alas, poor Yorick I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...

All that glitters is not gold.

All the world is a stage and each and every person is a player

All the world's a stage, and all men and women merely players;

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrance. And one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

Although the last, not least.

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,That I will speak to thee.

Be not afraid of greatness some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

Begin at Act II, Scene 2, line 242: Royal wench, she did lay great Caesar's sword to bed--he plowed her and she cropt.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy rich, not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture,Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ,And seem I a saint, when most I play the Devil.

But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.