Quotes by English Authors - Page 25

Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
William Shakespeare
BEROWNE: What time o' day?ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.
William Shakespeare
By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.
William Shakespeare
For I am born to tame you, Kate,And bring you from a wild Kate to a KateComfortable as other household Kates.
William Shakespeare
Of all matches never was the like.
William Shakespeare
And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
William Shakespeare
For all that beauty that doth cover theeIs but the seemly raiment of my heart,Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.How can I then be elder than thou art?
William Shakespeare
To give yourself away keep yourself still,And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.
William Shakespeare
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,And, constant stars, in them I read such art,As truth and beauty shall together thriveIf from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;Or else of thee I prognosticate,Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
William Shakespeare
Then, were not summer's distillation leftA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
William Shakespeare
Then of thy beauty do I question make,That thou among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,And die as fast as they see others grow.
William Shakespeare
O mother, mother!What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,The gods look down, and this unnatural sceneThey laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!You have won a happy victory to Rome;But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it,Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,If not most mortal to him.
William Shakespeare
Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio’s death,The noise was high. Ha! No more moving?Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were ’t good?I think she stirs again—No. What’s best to do?If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife—My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour!Methinks it should be now a huge eclipseOf sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globeShould yawn at alteration.
William Shakespeare
Let not thy sorrow die, though i am dead.
Wililam Shakespeare
I’ll prove the prettier fellow of the two and wear my dagger with the braver grace
William Shakespeare
The rest is silence.
William Shakespeare
I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.
William Shakespeare
Then the conceit of this inconstant staySets you rich in youth before my sight,Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,To change your day of youth to sullied night;And all in war with Time for love of you,As he takes from you I engraft you new.
William Shakespeare
If I could write the beauty of your eyesAnd in fresh numbers number all your graces,The age to come would say 'this poet lies! Such heaven never touched earthly faces
William Shakespeare
Must I observe you? Must I stand & crouchUnder your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom ofyour spleen,Though it do split you, for, from thisday forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea,for my laughter, when you are waspish.
William Shakespeare
No, take more! What may be sworn by, both divine and human, Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Where [one] part does disdain with cause, the other Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom, Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of general ignorance— it must omit Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness. Purpose so barr’d, it follows Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore beseech you— You that will be less fearful than discreet; That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change on’t; that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic That’s sure of death without it— at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonor Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become’t; Not having the power to do the good it would, For th’ ill which doth control’t.
William Shakespeare
Turn hell-hound, turn.
William Shakespeare
How true a twain Seemeth this concordant one! Love hath reason, Reason none, If what parts, can so remain.
William Shakespeare
Timon: I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.
William Shakespeare
Timon: Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
William Shakespeare
-Gardener: ...Go thou, and like an executioner,Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,That look too lofty in our commonwealth:All must be even in our government.You thus employ'd, I will go root awayThe noisome weeds, which without profit suckThe soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.+Servant:Why should we in the compass of a paleKeep law and form and due proportion,Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruin'd,Her knots disorder'd and her wholesome herbsSwarming with caterpillars?-Gardener:Hold thy peace! He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd springHath now himself met with the fall of leaf.,,
William Shakespeare
Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
William Shakespeare
Pleasure and revenge have ears more deaf than adders to the voice of any true decision.
William Shakespeare
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
William Shakespeare
[Act 5, Scene 4, ROSALIND] If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.
William Shakespeare
She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.
William Shakespeare
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
William Shakespeare
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause
William Shakespeare
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection.Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
William Shakespeare
They are the books, the arts, the academes,That show, contain and nourish all the world.
William Shakespeare
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*
William Shakespeare
But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
William Shakespeare
My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.
William Shakespeare
But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?"Catherine: "I cannot tell."Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.
William Shakespeare
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
William Shakespeare
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
William Shakespeare
I can call spirits from the vasty deep."Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?
William Shakespeare
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
William Shakespeare
They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
William Shakespeare
Yet but three come one more.Two of both kinds make up four.Ere she comes curst and sad.Cupid is a knavish lad.Thus to make poor females mad.
William Shakespeare
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
William Shakespeare
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
William Shakespeare
Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?t Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
William Shakespeare
He kills her in her own humor.
William Shakespeare
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.
William Shakespeare
And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of.
William Shakespeare
And nothing is, but what is not.
William Shakespeare
The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
William Shakespeare
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars/ But in ourselves.
William Shakespeare
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
William Shakespeare
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,To entertain these fair well-spoken days, —I am determined to prove a villain,And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
William Shakespeare
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
William Shakespeare
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under't.
William Shakespeare
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.
William Shakespeare
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
William Shakespeare