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 Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. William Shakespeare denmark-in-hamlet funeral meat Take it in what sense thou wilt. William Shakespeare romeo-and-juliet-play This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite. William Shakespeare sauce giving men All the world is a stage and each and every person is a player William Shakespeare 'Tis neither here nor there. William Shakespeare Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught. William Shakespeare I am not bound to please thee with my answers. William Shakespeare In false quarrels there is no true valor. William Shakespeare My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go. William Shakespeare The game is up. William Shakespeare O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. William Shakespeare They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. William Shakespeare The quality of mercy is not strained It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. William Shakespeare True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. William Shakespeare I wish you all the joy you can wish. William Shakespeare For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow. William Shakespeare But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. William Shakespeare To be, or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. William Shakespeare Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now your gambols, your songs your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar Not one now, to mock your own grinning Quite chap-fallen Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. William Shakespeare Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice take each man's censure but reserve thy judgement. William Shakespeare
