Quotes from William Shakespeare

Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.

Love all, trust few, do wrong to none.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

Niether a borrower nor a lender be.

No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?

O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.

O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind farewell content Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue O, farewell Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell Othello's occupation's gone

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!

Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.

Out, damned spot out, I say

Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.

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

See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.

Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.