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 What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. William Shakespeare purpose determination memories Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us? William Shakespeare suicidal suicide death It is silliness to live when to live is torment. William Shakespeare silliness torment suicidal 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. William Shakespeare intelligent memorable clouds T'is true: there's magic in the web of it. William Shakespeare literacy magic reading 'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. William Shakespeare navy army soldier Dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. And I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. William Shakespeare light ambition dream Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste. William Shakespeare weed flower sweet Old Time the clock-setter. William Shakespeare old-time clock time Every good servant does not all commands. William Shakespeare very-good obedience doe Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. William Shakespeare hate hatred giving ... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which. William Shakespeare summer spring time From you have I been absent in the spring, William Shakespeare youth proud spring O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out William Shakespeare health strong summer Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast. William Shakespeare beast winter men Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; William Shakespeare summer clouds winter Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, William Shakespeare blow winter wind Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. William Shakespeare wild-geese gone winter To me, fair friend, you never can be old, William Shakespeare eye summer spring So loving to my mother, William Shakespeare mother love-you wind
