Who can control his fate? William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare What is past is prologue. William Shakespeare time history past What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god. William Shakespeare angel beauty moving Beware the ides of March. William Shakespeare march autumn memorable There's small choice in rotten apples. William Shakespeare apples liberty choices In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring— William Shakespeare spring sweet bird Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. William Shakespeare theatre unhappy play Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust. William Shakespeare girl dust death Much rain wears the marble. William Shakespeare marble rain time As love is full of unbefitting strains, William Shakespeare eye love-you children Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love William Shakespeare finest passion love-you Society is no comfort, to one not sociable. William Shakespeare sociable solitude comfort Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves. William Shakespeare filth goodness wisdom Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you. William Shakespeare happy-hour fairness hours It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. William Shakespeare forgiveness And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound. William Shakespeare mistress sound loss Drink down all unkindness. William Shakespeare unkindness drink The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. William Shakespeare inspiration law funny The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies. William Shakespeare apollo heart running Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? William Shakespeare eye time hands Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die. William Shakespeare light moon sky
