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 Hamlet Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel Polonius By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale Polonius Very like a whale. William Shakespeare The soul of this man is in his clothes. William Shakespeare Lady you bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers. William Shakespeare A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain. William Shakespeare The course of true love was never easy. William Shakespeare Nothing will come of nothing. William Shakespeare Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. William Shakespeare This fellow's wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well craves a kind of wit. William Shakespeare I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve. William Shakespeare O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind farewell content Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue O, farewell Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell Othello's occupation's gone William Shakespeare A plague o' both your houses William Shakespeare And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. William Shakespeare Be not afraid of greatness some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. William Shakespeare And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. William Shakespeare This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. William Shakespeare How far that little candle throws his beams So shines a good deed in a weary world. William Shakespeare I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again. William Shakespeare Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough William Shakespeare In a false quarrel there is no true valour. William Shakespeare Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest William Shakespeare
