William Shakespeare
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.Collection: Circles
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.Collection: Two
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.Collection: Suicidal
My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.Collection: Honest
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.Collection: Friendship
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.Collection: Smile
Come not between the dragon and his wrath.Collection: Wrath
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.Collection: Life Is Short
A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.Collection: Heart
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!Collection: Happiness
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.Collection: Halloween
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.Collection: Fairness
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.Collection: Speak
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!Collection: Firsts
Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—Collection: Sweet
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you. On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new. Speak of the spring and foison of the year; The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear, And you in every blessèd shape we know. In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart.Collection: Art
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.Collection: Trouble
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the earCollection: Heart
He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.Collection: Kindness
Nice customs curtsy to great kings.Collection: Kings
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.Collection: Our Generation
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.Collection: Summer
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.Collection: Sweet
I cannot speak your england.Collection: England
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.Collection: Men
Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.Collection: Pauses
I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.Collection: Taming
It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ’Tis too cold a companion: away with ’t!Collection: Loss
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.Collection: Dream
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.Collection: Father
DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.Collection: Sweet
QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.Collection: Knights
In jest, there is truth.Collection: Jest
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.Collection: Demand
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is 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.Collection: Grief
I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.Collection: Running
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.Collection: Stars
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.Collection: Wind
I would fain die a dry death.Collection: Memorable
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.Collection: Kissing
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.Collection: Names
There's small choice in rotten apples.Collection: Apples
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.Collection: Play
Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.Collection: Solitude