William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 14

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
William Shakespeare
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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare
I understand a fury in your wordsBut not your words.
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That in the captain's but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
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Let us revenge this withour pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know Ispeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
William Shakespeare
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
William Shakespeare
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
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To be or not to be that is the question.
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Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.
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A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.
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It were a grief so brief to part with thee.Farewell.
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Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.
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Experience is by industry achiev'd,And perfected by the swift course of time.
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GLOUCESTERNow, good sir, what are you?EDGARA most poor man made tame to fortune's blows,Who by the art of known and feeling sorrowsAm pregnant to good pity.
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Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreathed forth the sound that said, 'I hate'To me that languished for her sake,But, when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that ever sweetWas used in giving gentle doom,And taught it thus anew to greet:'I hate,' she altered with an endThat followed it as gentle dayDoth follow night, who like a fiendFrom Heaven to Hell is flown away.'I hate' from hate away she threwAnd saved my life, saying 'not you'.
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Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.
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Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.Even now I curse the day—and yet, I think,Few come within the compass of my curse,—Wherein I did not some notorious ill,As kill a man, or else devise his death,Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,Set deadly enmity between two friends,Make poor men's cattle break their necks;Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,And bid the owners quench them with their tears.Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a fly,And nothing grieves me heartily indeedBut that I cannot do ten thousand more.
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In thy foul throat thou liest.
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..What our contempt often hurls from us,We wish it our again; the present pleasure,By revolution lowering,does becomeThe opposite of itself..
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An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!
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There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will
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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus, and we petty menWalk under his huge legs and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonorable graves.Men at some time are masters of their fates.The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our starsBut in ourselves, that we are underlings.
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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.
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Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
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Oh, I am fortune's fool!
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Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
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Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet Grace must still look so.
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I have set my life upon a cast,And I will stand the hazard of the die.
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Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor.
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All dark and comfortless.
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
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I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.
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Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
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He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.
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But hear thee, Gratiano:Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice - Parts that become thee happily enough,And in such eyes as ours appear no faults,But where thou art not known, why, there they show Something too liberal.
William Shakespeare
Mark it, nuncle.Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest,Lend less than thou owest,Ride more than thou goest,Learn more than thou trowest,Set less than thou throwest,Leave thy drink and thy whoreAnd keep in-a-door,And thou shalt have moreThan two tens to a score.
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Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
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Thou art a votary to fond desire
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Mum, mum,He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,Weary of all, shall want some.
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There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it.What our contempts doth often hurl from us,We wish it ours again. The present pleasure,By revolution lowering, does becomeThe opposite of itself. She's good, being gone.The hand could pluck her back that shoved her on.
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Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fixed. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
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Alas, my lord, your wisdom is consumed in confidence.
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... one fire burns out another’s burning.One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. -Romeo & Juliet
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What's done, is done
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Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
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What's past is prologue.
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What's in a name?
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I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.
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Well, I must do’t. Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot’s spirit! My throat of war be turn’d, Which quier’d with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lull asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take up The glasses of my sight! A beggar’s tongue Make motion through my lips, and my arm’d knees, Who bow’d but in my stirrup, bend like his That hath receiv’d an alms! I will not do’t, Lest I surcease to honor mine own truth, And by my body’s action teach my mind A most inherent baseness.
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How now, spirit, whither wander you?
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I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!
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Fortune, that arrant whore,Ne'er turns the key to th'poor.
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Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;But riches fineless is as poor as winterTo him that ever fears he shall be poor;–Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defendFrom jealousy!
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And yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.
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They are but beggars that can count their worth.
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Travellers ne'er did lie,Though fools at home condemn 'em.-Antonio
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He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.
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I must be cruel only to be kind;Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
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And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.
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