A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. William Shakespeare sin memorable fall There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. William Shakespeare fake-people science art All's well if all ends well. William Shakespeare wells ends ifs I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too! William Shakespeare fool happiness travel Poor and content is rich, and rich enough. William Shakespeare simplicity contentment money Now is the winter of our discontent. William Shakespeare merchant-of-venice summer winter We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone. William Shakespeare time-management gone time He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural. William Shakespeare grace natural doe Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. William Shakespeare Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath. William Shakespeare breaths Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment. William Shakespeare self goodbye love Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words William Shakespeare sugar poison Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. William Shakespeare denmark-in-hamlet faith memorable See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! William Shakespeare beauty love hands We that are true lovers run into strange capers. William Shakespeare strange running love I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. William Shakespeare suffering dream men Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! William Shakespeare mirth heart joy Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden. William Shakespeare weed garden spring Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won William Shakespeare play rain life thus with a kiss I die William Shakespeare romance dies kissing
