This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office. William Shakespeare office dog running Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; William Shakespeare dog names men I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark. William Shakespeare oracles lips dog Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse. William Shakespeare best-things adversity past Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. William Shakespeare hamlet-and-ophelia jewelry lord Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. William Shakespeare thieves stealing judging Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. William Shakespeare antidote medical dog 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd. William Shakespeare kings tree country For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom. William Shakespeare kingdoms bees-and-honey order Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again? William Shakespeare bachelors score three If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell. William Shakespeare shells eggs eating He that keeps not crust nor crum Weary of all, shall want some. William Shakespeare weary eating want Fat paunches have lean pates, and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but backrout quite the wits. William Shakespeare ribs rich eating What say you to a piece of beef and mustard? William Shakespeare beef pieces eating My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast. William Shakespeare cake eating share We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy. William Shakespeare envy age men No metal can--no, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy. William Shakespeare envy half bears Still constant is a wondrous excellence. William Shakespeare constant stills excellence Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable; performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great sickness in his judgment that makes it. William Shakespeare eye air people All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are. William Shakespeare faces men hands
