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 Covering discretion with a coat of folly. William Shakespeare covering coats folly When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. William Shakespeare understanding men children Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? William Shakespeare midsummer bed angel Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest. William Shakespeare devil heaven art We make trifles of terrors, William Shakespeare trifles terror should Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. William Shakespeare heat fire water All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down. William Shakespeare variance stage world Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!' William Shakespeare sea lakes thinking The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait. William Shakespeare cutting sea lakes 'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. William Shakespeare fishing sea lakes What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish! William Shakespeare sea lakes men In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life. William Shakespeare philosophy history art I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. William Shakespeare philosophy history art Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces. William Shakespeare atheism christian faces His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way. William Shakespeare atheism prayer way I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith. William Shakespeare strife reign atheism Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes. William Shakespeare holes golf hands To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth. William Shakespeare light book Do not spread the compost on the weeds. William Shakespeare compost confession weed You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king? William Shakespeare grief kings needs
