Quotes
from William Shakespeare – When beggars die, there are no comets seen
“Fear
no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor
the furious winter's rages;
Thou
thy worldly task hast done,
Home
art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden
lads and girls all must,
As
chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear
no more the frown o' the great;
Thou
art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care
no more to clothe and eat;
To
thee the reed is as the oak:
The
sceptre, learning, physic, must
All
follow this, and come to dust.
Fear
no more the lightning-flash,
Nor
the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear
not slander, censure rash;
Thou
hast finished joy and moan;
All
lovers young, all lovers must
Consign
to thee, and come to dust.
No
exorciser harm thee!
Nor
no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost
unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing
ill come near thee!
Quiet
consummation have;
And
renownéd be thy grave!”
―
William Shakespeare, Cymbeline
“Your
face, my thane, is as a book where men
May
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, Macbeth
“Sleep
that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The
death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm
of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief
nourisher in life's feast.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“There’s
rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies,
that’s for thoughts...
There’s
fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we
may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a
difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d
all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.]
“For
bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Thought
and afflictions, passion, hell itself, She turns to favor and to prettiness.
Song.
And will a not come again? And will a not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to
thy deathbed; He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, Flaxen
was his poll. He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan. God ’a’ mercy on
his soul.”
―
William Shakespeare
“She
never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her
damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy,
she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love
indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than
will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.”
―
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
“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, Julius Caesar
“I
could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“When
beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the
death of princes.”
―
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“In
jest, there is truth.”
―
William Shakespeare, King Lear
“Blood
will have blood.”
―
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
“There
are no tricks in plain and simple faith.”
―
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
“There's
a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew
them how we will.”
―
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
“Well,
in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit
With
Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit,
And,
in strong proff of chastity well armed,
From
Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed.
She
will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor
bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor
ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
O,
she is rich in beauty; only poor
That,
when she dies, with dies her store.
Act
1,Scene 1, lines 180-197”
―
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
“To
think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
“How
does he love me?
With
adoration, with fertile tears,
With
groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”
― William
Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
“You
may my glories and my state depose,
But
not my griefs; still am I king of those.”
―
William Shakespeare, Richard II
“I
hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a
part, And mine a sad one.”
―
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
