William Shakespeare
O! it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
William ShakespeareReputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
William ShakespeareThere are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, then are dreamt of in your philosophy
William ShakespeareRest, rest, perturbed spirit!
William ShakespeareSend danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
William ShakespeareThe course of true love never did run smooth.
William ShakespeareJourneys end in lovers meeting.
William ShakespeareThe fool doth think himself wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
William ShakespeareLove is merely madness...
William ShakespeareO, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
William ShakespeareNow, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
William ShakespeareA good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.
William ShakespeareCudgel thy brains no more about it.
William ShakespeareSilence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
William ShakespeareO, 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!
William ShakespeareA hit, a very palpable hit.
William ShakespeareHe is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
William ShakespeareFrom this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
William ShakespeareI, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
William ShakespeareThy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
William ShakespeareLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
William ShakespeareFor 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard...
William ShakespeareThe soul of this man is in his clothes.
William ShakespeareThe play's the thingWherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
William ShakespeareAlas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
William Shakespeare
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