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 The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. William Shakespeare Jesters do often prove prophets. William Shakespeare Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners. William Shakespeare By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks William Shakespeare Simply the thing I am shall make me live. William Shakespeare Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried. William Shakespeare Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain William Shakespeare He was my friend, faithful, and just to me, but Brutus says, he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, whose ransoms did the general coffers fill. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious. When the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should me made of sterner stuff, yet Brutus says, he was ambitious and Brutus is an honorable man. William Shakespeare Angels and ministers of grace defend us.Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,That I will speak to thee. William Shakespeare Begin at Act II, Scene 2, line 242: Royal wench, she did lay great Caesar's sword to bed--he plowed her and she cropt. William Shakespeare It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after. William Shakespeare This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. William Shakespeare Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. William Shakespeare Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. William Shakespeare The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. William Shakespeare How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown William Shakespeare My salad days, When I was green in judgment. William Shakespeare O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see William Shakespeare Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them The good is oft interred with their bones. William Shakespeare When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind oppress, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress. William Shakespeare
