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 Behold the threaden sails, William Shakespeare ships sea wind I cannot do it without comp[u]ters. William Shakespeare mathematical I am ill at these numbers. William Shakespeare ill math numbers Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy. William Shakespeare kissing light eye Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. William Shakespeare windsor kings Let's meet as little as we can William Shakespeare inspiration littles I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. William Shakespeare party brother science Sweetest nut hath sourest rind. William Shakespeare sweetest nuts A pair of star-crossed lovers. William Shakespeare pairs stars love Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop. William Shakespeare argument waste matter Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, William Shakespeare moon science fall 'Tis pride that pulls the country down. William Shakespeare pride country That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away. William Shakespeare sunset twilight sweet Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. William Shakespeare feigning compliment world Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.... [W]hat can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?... [N]othing can we call our own, but death... [L]et us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings: - How some have been depos'd, some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd. William Shakespeare kings writing war For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night. William Shakespeare cutting home night We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running. William Shakespeare swiftness balance running How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry. William Shakespeare money father fall I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie. William Shakespeare teeth poetry tree Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves. William Shakespeare necks eye self
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