To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
- William Shakespeare
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as
self-neglecting.
- William Shakespeare
Blow winds blow and crack your cheeks.
--King Lear, during the storm, act 4
I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I
please, in words.
- William Shakespeare
The Taming of the Shrew.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
- William Shakespeare
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
- William Shakespeare
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
- William Shakespeare
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking
makes it so
- William Shakespeare
The miserable have no other medicine but only
hope.
- William Shakespeare
Measure for Measure
God be prais'd, that to believing souls gives
light in darkness, comfort in despair.
- William Shakespeare
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's
wings.
- William Shakespeare
King Richard
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once
more, Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As
modest stillness and humility; But when the blast
of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action
of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the
blood.
- William Shakespeare
King Henry V , Act 3 scene 1
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! The should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leashed-in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, The flat unraisted spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
It is a wise father that knows his own child
- William Shakespeare
To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as
you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems
your beauty still.
- William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art
more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do
shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease
hath all too short a date.
- William Shakespeare
There was a star danced, and under that was I
born.
- William Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in
ourselves.
- William Shakespeare
Men at some time are masters of their fates: The
fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in
ourselves, that we are underlings.
- William Shakespeare
Julius Caesar I.ii.
Sweet are the uses of adversity.
- William Shakespeare
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it
break.
- William Shakespeare
The Tragedy of Macbeth, IV, iii
[Thou] mountain of mad flesh!
- William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
Comedy of Errors
[Thou art] a disease that must be cut away.
- William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
Coriolanus
[May] the worm of conscience still begnaw thy
soul.
- William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
Richard III
Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or
most magnanimous mouse.
- William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)
Henry IV
To thine own self be true.
- William Shakespeare
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better
- William Shakespeare
We know what we are, but know not what we may
become
- William Shakespeare
How far that little candle throws his beams! So
shines a good deed in a naughty world!
- William Shakespeare
I count myselt in nothing else so happy As in a
soul rememb'ring my good friends.
- William Shakespeare
Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good
that we oft may win, By fearing to attempt
- William Shakespeare
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.
- William Shakespeare
Witches in Macbeth
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and
cauldron bubble
- William Shakespeare
Witches in Macbeth
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come.
- William Shakespeare
Hamlet