Quotes from William Shakespeare - love is blind
“The
prince of darkness is a gentleman!”
―
William Shakespeare, King Lear
“A
glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The
sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go
hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some
shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For
never was a story of more woe
Than
this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Eye
of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool
of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's
fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's
leg, and owlet's wing,—
For
a charm of powerful trouble,
Like
a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double,
double toil and trouble;
Fire
burn, and caldron bubble.”
―
William Shakespeare
“The
rest, is silence.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“To
be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“I
am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a
handsaw.”
―
William Shakespeare, Illustrated Shakespeare (RHUK) Editions: Hamlet
“Come
what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“Things
without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“love
is blind
and
lovers cannot see
the
pretty follies
that
themselves commit”
―
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“Better
three hours too soon than a minute too late.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor
“The
robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that
spends a bootless grief.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“The
quality of mercy is not strained.
It
droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon
the place beneath. It is twice blessed:
It
blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis
mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes
The
thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His
scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The
attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein
doth sit the dread and fear of kings,
But
mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It
is enthronèd in the hearts of kings.
It
is an attribute to God himself.
And
earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When
mercy seasons justice.
Therefore,
Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this-
That
in the course of justice none of us
Should
see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And
that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The
deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To
mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which
if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must
needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
“This
royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This
earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This
other Eden, demi-paradise,
This
fortress built by Nature for herself
Against
infection and the hand of war,
This
happy breed of men, this little world,
This
precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which
serves it in the office of a wall
Or
as a moat defensive to a house,
Against
the envy of less happier lands,
This
blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This
nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d
by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned
for their deeds as far from home,
For
Christian service and true chivalry,
As
is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of
the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son,
This
land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear
for her reputation through the world,
Is
now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like
to a tenement or pelting farm:
England,
bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose
rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of
watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With
inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That
England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath
made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah,
would the scandal vanish with my life,
How
happy then were my ensuing death!”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard II
“I
dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio:
And so did I.
Romeo:
Well, what was yours?
Mercutio:
That dreamers often lie.
Romeo:
In bed asleep while they do dream things true.”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“Reputation
is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without
deserving. You have lost no reputation at all unless you repute yourself such a
loser.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“Who
is it that can tell me who I am?”
―
William Shakespeare, King Lear
“Thou
mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!”
―
William Shakespeare
“O,
when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to
school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
―
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
