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 Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs. William Shakespeare shylock dog cute I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. William Shakespeare alcohol drinking brain All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. William Shakespeare merchant-of-venice anticipation spirit If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms. William Shakespeare hug encounters darkness Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end. William Shakespeare chaos hopeless ends Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating. William Shakespeare floating sea men Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! William Shakespeare sorrow laughing mean The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of. William Shakespeare kings dream interesting He is well paid that is well satisfied. William Shakespeare venice satisfied satisfaction My love is as a fever, longing still. William Shakespeare longing fever love-is Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!. William Shakespeare should might men All the world is a stage and we are merely players. William Shakespeare stage player world When the age is in, the wit is out William Shakespeare wit age So every bondman in his own hand bears William Shakespeare captivity bears hands The day shall not be up so soon as I, William Shakespeare tomorrow trying adventure Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave. William Shakespeare wave victory sound What e'er thou art, act well thy part. William Shakespeare wells art Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do. William Shakespeare dark house love-is I am a feather for each wind that blows William Shakespeare feathers blow wind And blind oblivion swallowed cities up. William Shakespeare upbraid blind cities
