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 You are yoked with a lamb, William Shakespeare lambs anger fire If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts William Shakespeare daughter anger father Anger is like William Shakespeare horse anger self Bait the hook well. This fish will bite. William Shakespeare bait cooking food He receives comfort like cold porridge. William Shakespeare cooking comfort food Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs. William Shakespeare culinary cooking food Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon. William Shakespeare smell eye food The last taste of sweets is sweetest last. William Shakespeare sunset food sweet I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. William Shakespeare barbers fashion faces I can call spirits from the vasty deep. William Shakespeare apparitions i-can spirit The sweetest honey William Shakespeare romeo-and-juliet-love appetite honey Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. William Shakespeare prize appreciation men Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich. William Shakespeare rich architecture dwelling For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. William Shakespeare noble-man glad men Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, William Shakespeare knives heart mean Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone. William Shakespeare baseness tempest kind There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times. William Shakespeare delight waste comforting The sense of death is most in apprehension. William Shakespeare measure-for-measure apprehension The Thane of Cawdor lives, William Shakespeare gentleman belief kings Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow. William Shakespeare sorrow grief humble
