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 Speak comfortable words. William Shakespeare comfortable communication speak They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye. William Shakespeare eye speak men Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me. William Shakespeare fairy heart children Appetite, a universal wolf. William Shakespeare culinary cooking food A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers? William Shakespeare girl beautiful men Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man William Shakespeare spices shapes men Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment. William Shakespeare moments perfection littles And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd. William Shakespeare faults time littles Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. William Shakespeare serving-god devil evil Sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency. William Shakespeare temptation evil sometimes ...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. William Shakespeare sadness nurse blood Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. William Shakespeare grief death enemy He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter. William Shakespeare mirth matter exercise Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear. William Shakespeare faults men Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly. William Shakespeare dice gambling wine O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come. William Shakespeare woe doubt sweet Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves. William Shakespeare wise knows Patch up thine old body for heaven. William Shakespeare patch-up body heaven The force of his own merit makes his way-a gift that heaven gives for him. William Shakespeare giving heaven way Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. William Shakespeare force heaven
