William Shakespeare

English poet and dramatist considered one of the greatest English writers (1564-1616)

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'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.Rate it:
'Tis neither here nor there.Rate it:
...O brave new world, That has such people in't!Rate it:
A hit, a very palpable hit.Rate it:
A horse a horse my kingdom for a horseRate it:
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.Rate it:
A little more than kin, and less than kind.Rate it:
A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.Rate it:
A plague o' both your housesRate it:
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.Rate it:
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
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Action is eloquence.Rate it:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.Rate it:
Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety other women cloyThe appetites they feed, but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies.Rate it:
Alas, poor Yorick I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...Rate it:
Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now your gambols, your songs your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now, to mock your own grinning Quite chap-fallen Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.Rate it:
All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players.They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages.Rate it:
Although the last, not least.Rate it:
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.Rate it:
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.Rate it:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.Rate it:
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.Rate it:
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.
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.Rate it:
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,That I will speak to thee.Rate it:
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the godsThey kill us for their sport.Rate it:
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.Rate it:
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.Rate it:
Be not afraid of greatness some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.Rate it:
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.Rate it:
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy rich, not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.Rate it:
Beware the ides of March.Rate it:
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.Rate it:
Brevity is the soul of wit.Rate it:
But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture,Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.And thus I clothe my naked villainyWith odd old ends stolen forth of holy writ,And seem I a saint, when most I play the Devil.Rate it:
But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.Rate it:
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.Rate it:
But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.Rate it:
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocksRate it:
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.Rate it:
Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.Rate it:
Cowards die many times before their deaths The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.Rate it:
Cowards die many times before their deathsThe valiant never taste of death but once.Rate it:
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.Rate it:
Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.Rate it:
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.Rate it:
Et tu, BruteRate it:
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.Rate it:
Excellent wretch Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.Rate it:
First thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.Rate it:
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer hoist with his own petard...Rate it:
For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.Rate it:
For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honourable men.Rate it:
For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.Rate it:
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.Rate it:
For we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.Rate it:
Frailty, thy name is womanRate it:
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.Rate it:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones.Rate it:
Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.Rate it:
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement.Rate it:
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.Rate it:
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
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God bless thee and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true dutyRate it:
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty!Rate it:
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls Who steals my purse steals trash 'tis something, nothing 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.Rate it:
Good night, good night parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.Rate it:
Hamlet Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel Polonius By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale Polonius Very like a whale.Rate it:
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.Rate it:
He hath eaten me out of house and home.Rate it:
He is not great who is not greatly good.Rate it:
He is winding the watch of his wit by and by it will strike.Rate it:
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.Rate it:
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.Rate it:
He was my friend, faithful, and just to meBut Brutus says, he was ambitious,And Brutus is an honorable man.He hath brought many captives home to Rome,Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.Did this in Caesar seem ambitiousWhen the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.Ambition should me made of sterner stuff,Yet Brutus says, he was ambitiousAnd Brutus is an honorable man.Rate it:
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.Rate it:
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him if stronger, spare thyself.Rate it:
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.Rate it:
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.Rate it:
His life was gentle and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MANRate it:
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
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How far that little candle throws his beams So shines a good deed in a weary world.Rate it:
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhereRate it:
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknownRate it:
How poor are they who have not patience What wound did ever heal but by degrees.Rate it:
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.Rate it:
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless childRate it:
How use doth breed a habit in a man.Rate it:
I am not bound to please thee with my answers.Rate it:
I am not merry but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.Rate it:
I am wealthy in my friends.Rate it:
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.Rate it:
I dote on his very absence.Rate it:
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.Rate it:
I had rather have a fool make me merry, than experience make me sad.Rate it:
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.Rate it:
I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood.
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I have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.Rate it:
I have Immortal longings in me.Rate it:
I have not slept one wink.Rate it:
I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool.Rate it:
I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
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I must be cruel, only to be kind Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.Rate it:
I must be cruel, only to be kind.Rate it:
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.Rate it:
I pray thee cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
as water in a sieve.
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I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.Rate it:
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.Rate it:
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.Rate it:
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.Rate it:
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.Rate it:
I wish you all the joy you can wish.Rate it:
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.Rate it:
I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I Pray you know me when we meet again.
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If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work.Rate it:
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly.Rate it:
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.Rate it:
In a false quarrel there is no true valour.Rate it:
In false quarrels there is no true valor.Rate it:
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.Rate it:
In time we hate that which we often fear.Rate it:
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brainRate it:
It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.Rate it:
It is meant that noble minds keep ever with their likes; for who so firm that cannot be seduced.Rate it:
It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.Rate it:
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.Rate it:
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.Rate it:
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.Rate it:
Jesters do often prove prophets.Rate it:
Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.Rate it:
Lady you bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers.
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Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enoughRate it:
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.Rate it:
Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look He thinks too much such men are dangerous.Rate it:
Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.Rate it:
Life is a tale told by an idiot -- full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.Rate it:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.Rate it:
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, Signifying Nothing.Rate it:
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.Rate it:
Lord, what fools these mortals beRate it:
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.Rate it:
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.Rate it:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.Rate it:
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.Rate it:
Mine honour is my life both grow in one take honour from me and my life is done.Rate it:
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.Rate it:
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.Rate it:
My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.Rate it:
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.Rate it:
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.Rate it:
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.Rate it:
Niether a borrower nor a lender be.Rate it:
No legacy is so rich as honesty.Rate it:
No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.Rate it:
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.Rate it:
Nothing will come of nothing.Rate it:
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy restRate it:
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.Rate it:
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.Rate it:
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.Rate it:
O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou RomeoRate it:
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.Rate it:
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.Rate it:
O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind farewell content Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue O, farewell Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell Othello's occupation's goneRate it:
O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I seeRate it:
Oft expectation fails, and most oft where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest; and despair most sits.Rate it:
Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!Rate it:
Oh, that way madness lies let me shun that.Rate it:
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.Rate it:
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.Rate it:
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.Rate it:
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.Rate it:
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.Rate it:
Our doubts are traitors,And make us lose the good we oft might winBy fearing to attempt.Rate it:
Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.Rate it:
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.Rate it:
Out, damned spot out, I sayRate it:
Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.Rate it:
Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.Rate it:
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.Rate it:
Pray you now, forget and forgive.Rate it:
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.Rate it:
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo Deny thy father, and refuse thy name...Rate it:
See first that the design is wise and just that ascertained, pursue it resolutely do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.Rate it:
See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.Rate it:
Self-loving is not so vile a sin, my liege, as self-neglecting.Rate it:
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy I were but little happy, if I could say how much.Rate it:
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.Rate it:
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.Rate it:
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.Rate it:
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.Rate it:
Small to greater matters must give way.Rate it:
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.Rate it:
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on himRate it:
So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!Rate it:
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.Rate it:
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.Rate it:
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.Rate it:
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.Rate it:
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.Rate it:
Strong reasons make strong actions.Rate it:
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.Rate it:
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.Rate it:
Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.Rate it:
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.Rate it:
The course of true love never did run smooth.Rate it:
The course of true love was never easy.Rate it:
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.Rate it:
The earth has music for those who listen.Rate it:
The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.Rate it:
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.Rate it:
The game is up.Rate it:
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.Rate it:
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.Rate it:
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.Rate it:
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.Rate it:
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.Rate it:
The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.Rate it:
The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.Rate it:
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just an charitable war.Rate it:
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.Rate it:
The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.Rate it:
The Possible's slow fuse is lit By the Imagination.Rate it:
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.Rate it:
The rest is silence.Rate it:
The sands are number'd that make up my life.Rate it:
The soul of this man is in his clothes.Rate it:
The soul's joy lies in doing.Rate it:
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.Rate it:
The trust I have is in mine innocence,
and therefore am I bold and resolute.
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The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.Rate it:
Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.Rate it:
Their understanding
Begins to swell and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
That now lie foul and muddy.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.Rate it:
There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries.Rate it:
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.Rate it:
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.Rate it:
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.Rate it:
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad.Rate it:
This above all to thine own self be true.Rate it:
This above all TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE. And it must follow as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.Rate it:
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.Rate it:
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.Rate it:
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well craves a kind of wit.Rate it:
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred 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.Rate it:
Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.Rate it:
Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.Rate it:
Thou art all the comfort,
The Gods will diet me with.
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Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.Rate it:
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.Rate it:
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.Rate it:
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.Rate it:
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.Rate it:
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.Rate it:
Time hath a wallet at his back, wherein he puts. Alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes.Rate it:
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.Rate it:
To be, or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.Rate it:
To business that we love, we rise betime and go to't with delight.Rate it:
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.Rate it:
To die, to sleep --To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub,For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.Rate it:
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.Rate it:
To thine own self be true -; And it must follow as the night the day; Thou canst not be false to any manRate it:
To Thine Ownself Be TrueRate it:
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.Rate it:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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. Out, out, brief candle 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, Signifying nothing.Rate it:
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.Rate it:
True is it that we have seen better days.Rate it:
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.Rate it:
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.Rate it:
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.Rate it:
We are advertis'd by our loving friends.Rate it:
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.Rate it:
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.Rate it:
We know what we are, but not what we may be.Rate it:
What a deformed thief this fashion is.Rate it:
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 godRate it:
What's done can't be undone.Rate it:
What's in a name That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.Rate it:
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.Rate it:
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.Rate it:
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
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When he is best, he is a little worse than a man and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.Rate it:
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence So sweet is zealous contemplation.Rate it:
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.Rate it:
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.Rate it:
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.Rate it:
When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
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While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.Rate it:
Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.Rate it:
You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.Rate it:
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.Rate it:

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