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 A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. William Shakespeare horatio sorrow faces Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books. William Shakespeare men book looks Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! William Shakespeare fancy dream sleep So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical. William Shakespeare twelfth-night-important fancy shapes Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. William Shakespeare eye heart lying I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favor with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost. William Shakespeare fashion glasses two Condemn the fault and not the actor of it? William Shakespeare measure-for-measure faults actors I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults. William Shakespeare judgment faults world This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. William Shakespeare guests numbers night Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. William Shakespeare closest fire It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it. William Shakespeare positive-atheism atheism fire A fool's bolt is soon shot. William Shakespeare folly shots fool The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. William Shakespeare gin pale fire Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil. William Shakespeare soul grace ears Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own! William Shakespeare gratitude book children Methinks a father Is at the nuptial of his son a guest That best becomes the table. William Shakespeare guests father son The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. William Shakespeare scorpions guilt mind Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use William Shakespeare tongue guilt use So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps. William Shakespeare love men thinking Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark. William Shakespeare larks hawks morning
