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 In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid William Shakespeare fire winter night Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. William Shakespeare romeo-and-juliet-love true-beauty torches For I am nothing if not critical. William Shakespeare critical critics ifs A poor thing, perhaps, but my own. William Shakespeare my-own poor culture Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds. William Shakespeare juliet gratitude proud Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? William Shakespeare giving long art Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. William Shakespeare lines player mouths Determine on some course more than a wild exposure to each chance. William Shakespeare exposure planning chance The truest poetry is the most feigning. William Shakespeare touchstones feigning poetry-is The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. William Shakespeare wisdom wise I can no longer live by thinking. William Shakespeare live-by i-can thinking Zounds! I was never so bethumped with words since I first called my brother's father dad. William Shakespeare dad brother father France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot. William Shakespeare dog feet men All hoods make not monks. William Shakespeare hood monk appearance When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection. William Shakespeare plot house mean But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. William Shakespeare chance blow wind The people are the city. William Shakespeare cities people Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. William Shakespeare sweetest bud corruption Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. William Shakespeare curiosity But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. William Shakespeare clay dignity dust
