William Shakespeare

“Thou art a votary to fond desire”

“Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,And as a suitor will I give him this.My heart laments the virtue cannot liveOut of the teeth of emulation.If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayest live;If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.”

“I am evenThe natural fool of fortune.”

“How now, spirit! whither wander you?FAIRY Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through brier,Over park, over pale,Through flood, through fire,I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon's sphere;And I serve the fairy queen,To dew her orbs upon the green.The cowslips tall her pensioners be:In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours:I must go seek some dewdrops hereAnd hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:Our queen and all our elves come here anon.”

“Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,You do their work, and they shall have good luck:Are not you he?''Thou speak'st aright;I am that merry wanderer of the night.”

“Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It”

“Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.”

“Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool.”

“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”

“When remedies are past, the griefs are endedBy seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.To mourn a mischief that is past and goneIs the next way to draw new mischief on.What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,Patience her injury a mockery makes.The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief;He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”

“Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.”

“This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.”

“Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;A brittle that's broken presently;A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.And as goods lost are seld or never found,As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,As flowers dead lie withered on the ground,As broken glass no cement can redress;So beauty blemished once, for ever lost,In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.”

“But no perfection is so absoluteThat some inpurity doth not pollute.”

“That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces”

“But in the beaten way of friendship what make you at Elsinore?”

“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.”

“But yesterday the word of Caesar mightHave stood against the world; now lies he there.And none so poor to do him reverence.O masters, if I were disposed to stirYour hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,Who, you all know, are honourable men:I will not do them wrong; I rather chooseTo wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,Than I will wrong such honourable men.But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:Let but the commons hear this testament--Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's woundsAnd dip their napkins in his sacred blood,Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,And, dying, mention it within their wills,Bequeathing it as a rich legacyUnto their issue.”

“Unstained thoughts do seldom dream on evil.”

“This forced league doth force a further strife.”

“But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.”

“I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,To share with me in glory any more:Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;”

“Before, I loved thee as a brother, John,But now, I do respect thee as my soul.”

“Hark, how hard he fetches breath.”

“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”

“I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh,—”

“Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.”

“Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.”

“Tell me, sweet lord, what is ’t that takes from theeThy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earthAnd start so often when thou sit’st alone?Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeksAnd given my treasures and my rights of theeTo thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?”

“Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.”

“Now could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever.”

“Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient foolArt thou, to break into this woman's mood,Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!”

“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of the day’s beauty. Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon, and let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.”

“Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.”

“O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!”

“She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,'She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly,She that in wisdom never was so frailTo change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,See suitors following and not look behind,She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--DESDEMONA: To do what?IAGO: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.”

“What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.”

“though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king of courtesy”

“Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.”

“Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'er-step not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.”

“A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge.”

“Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.”

“For as you were when first yout eye I eyed,such seems your beauty still”

“I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.”

“No he podido dormir.¡Entre la ejecución de un acto terrible y su primer impulso, todo el intervalo es como una visión o como un horrible sueño! ¡El espíritu y las potencias corporales celebran entonces concejo, y el estado del hombre, semejante a un pequeño reino, sufre una verdadera insurrección!”

“Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, thy dial how thy precious minutes waste”

“When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?”

“Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.”

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,They smack of honor both.”

“Action is eloquence.”