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 The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion. William Shakespeare gallantry passion grief Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund William Shakespeare merry pleasure joy Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee. William Shakespeare witty fun lying O, she misused me past the endurance of a block. William Shakespeare endurance block past Falsehood falsehood cures William Shakespeare falsehood cures mistake Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own William Shakespeare humor inspiration ends Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation. William Shakespeare intellectual essence literature They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor William Shakespeare has-beens sailor justice Every fair from fair sometime declines William Shakespeare love-poems decline failure Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight William Shakespeare wrens sight doe Truth hath a quiet breast. William Shakespeare breasts truth quiet This thought is as a death. William Shakespeare death For now they kill me with a living death. William Shakespeare kill-me death Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death. William Shakespeare romeo-and-juliet-play womb death Death-counterfeiting sleep. William Shakespeare sleep death The gloomy shade of death. William Shakespeare gloomy shade death What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! William Shakespeare eye sight death O wretched state! o bosom black as death! William Shakespeare black states death On pain of death, no person be so bold. William Shakespeare pain persons death Tired with all these, for restful death I cry. William Shakespeare cry tired death
