William Shakespeare Quotes

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.

We burn daylight.

Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick.

BEATRICE
Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.

DON PEDRO
You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.

BEATRICE
So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools.

Beware the ides of March.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The art of our necessities is strange
That can make vile things precious.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.

What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel,
in apprehension how like a god!

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!