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 If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul. William Shakespeare offending integrity inspirational Love is too young to know what conscience is. William Shakespeare young knows love I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. William Shakespeare mad crazy wind O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past William Shakespeare pain sweet past Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. William Shakespeare halloween stars dark In delay there lies no plenty. William Shakespeare delay procrastination lying The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. William Shakespeare funny-inspirational wise memorable Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well. William Shakespeare mars strive perfection Hear the meaning within the word. William Shakespeare dealing-with-people inspirational Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once. William Shakespeare slander taxes voice Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion William Shakespeare prologue lions The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony. William Shakespeare dying men peace I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire. William Shakespeare oil fire thinking Like madness, is the glory of this life. William Shakespeare madness glory Grief makes one hour ten. William Shakespeare losing-a-loved-one grief grieving Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music. William Shakespeare eye inspiration sweet Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream William Shakespeare halloween good-night dream I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air. William Shakespeare receiving air laughing Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. William Shakespeare oysters mines world A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience! William Shakespeare lows patience heaven
