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Thursday, December 22, 2011
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE QUOTES
Page No.-1
- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
Golden lads and girls all must
As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible war motion to become
A kneaded clod, and the dilated spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbèd ice;
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling -- 'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathèd worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible war motion to become
A kneaded clod, and the dilated spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbèd ice;
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling -- 'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathèd worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Richard II
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado About Nothing
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Henry V
Patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Richard II
- Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
- To the last syllable of recorded time,
- And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
- The way to dusty death.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra
Seest thou not what a deformed thief this fashion is?
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado About Nothing
Oh, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure
There's small choice in rotten apples.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Taming of the Shrew
The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado About Nothing
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Admit impediments. Love is not love
- Which alters when it alteration finds,
- Or bends with the remover to remove.
- Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
- That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
- It is the star to every wandering bark
- Whose worth's unknown, although its height be taken.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, sonnet cxvi
- For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
- An age of discord and continued strife?
- Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
- And is a pattern of celestial peace.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Henry VI
But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It
- Signifying nothing.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
- Is rounded with a sleep.
- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
- The weak oppress'd, the impression of strange kinds
- Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill:
- Then call them not the authors of their ill,
- No more than wax shall be accounted evil
- Wherein is stamp'd the semblance of a devil.
For men have marble, women waxen, minds,
And therefore are they form'd as marble will;
And therefore are they form'd as marble will;
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Rape of Lucrece
- Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold?...
- This yellow slave
- Will knit and break religions, bless th’ accursed,
- Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves,
- And give them title, knee and approbation
- With senators on the bench.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens
Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
Where our desire is got without content.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
- And every tale condemns me for a villain.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Richard III
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Troilus and Cressida
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
You take my life when you take the means whereby I live.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Merchant of Venice
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