When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors. William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. William Shakespeare majesty soul night Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency. William Shakespeare devil nature night Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. William Shakespeare support suffering war These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. William Shakespeare kissing fire long And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs. William Shakespeare millions mischief heart I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots as a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife, 'Fie upon this quiet life! I want work. William Shakespeare wife mind hands And what’s he then that says I play the villain? William Shakespeare villain play Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. William Shakespeare ivory erotic lying Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful William Shakespeare wise beautiful art Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. William Shakespeare rebuke bitter love-you I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shame -faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it. William Shakespeare men mean lying When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows William Shakespeare devil sin firsts Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man. William Shakespeare horse writing men Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here. William Shakespeare sith thee kings Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. William Shakespeare hamlet-and-ophelia tears water For trust not him that hath once broken faith William Shakespeare criminal-mind broken Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s. William Shakespeare daughter law son And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge. William Shakespeare tempest destiny past ...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again. William Shakespeare riches dream clouds Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? William Shakespeare tears looks thinking
