Who can control his fate? William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm. William Shakespeare hate happiness men Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. William Shakespeare farewell death fall The leopard does not change his spots. William Shakespeare leopards change doe If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation. William Shakespeare foundation hate knowing By being seldom seen, I could not stir William Shakespeare comets wonder fame Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end. William Shakespeare mortality speak remember Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger. William Shakespeare memorial-day friendship peace Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. William Shakespeare halloween madness power Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. William Shakespeare husband depression funny The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night. William Shakespeare stars eye night He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. William Shakespeare hats fashion memorable My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done. William Shakespeare dear-lord honor men So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. William Shakespeare errors simple law Eternity was in our lips and eyes, William Shakespeare eye race love-you Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd: For then my thoughts-from far where I abide- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find. William Shakespeare tired journey night Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached. William Shakespeare mountain fit caves Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre. William Shakespeare skulls hair wind Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. William Shakespeare clothes strong justice What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, William Shakespeare december dark winter Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm. William Shakespeare cassius wall greed
