Quotes About Shakespeare

Men's eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no man's pleasure.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you. Orl: He is drowned in the brook, look but in and you shall see him. Jaq: There I shall see mine own figure. Orl: Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.

His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, and they shall live, and he in them still green.

in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

O! That way madness lies.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first.

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France

Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.

Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, It helps not, it prevails not.

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called 'fools'.

I read that I profess, the Art of Love. Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

For the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

She speaks much of her father; says she hears There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense. (Ophelia)

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.