The attempt and not the deed confounds us. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men. William Shakespeare eye love war Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. William Shakespeare tardiness love long Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of. . . . . Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. . . . . Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another? William Shakespeare love giving men No worse a husband than the best of men. William Shakespeare best-of-me husband men Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me. William Shakespeare spoil company Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses. William Shakespeare curse charity blessing Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig. William Shakespeare scotch dancing dance You Jig, you amble, and you lisp. William Shakespeare hamlet-and-ophelia dancing dance Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! William Shakespeare time two hands My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. William Shakespeare glasses time long ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. William Shakespeare jealous sea time But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . . William Shakespeare strong time men I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant. William Shakespeare shoulders faces time Love adds a precious seeing to the eye. William Shakespeare husband eye love By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. William Shakespeare shadow soul soldier GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility. William Shakespeare odds humility night Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. William Shakespeare soul fire art Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. William Shakespeare wells saved soul How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. William Shakespeare angel sleep sweet A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. William Shakespeare tongue ears lying
