Who can control his fate? William Shakespeare More Quotes by William Shakespeare More Quotes From William Shakespeare A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts. William Shakespeare goblin wicked guilt Dirty days hath September William Shakespeare blessed rain spring Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love. William Shakespeare juliet proud hate O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii) William Shakespeare alcohol brain men O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear. William Shakespeare battle soldier heart Where I could not be honest, William Shakespeare being-honest honesty courage Nothing in his life became him like leaving it. William Shakespeare leaving tragedy death There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself. William Shakespeare wisdom wise life My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. William Shakespeare good-man memorable men O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame! William Shakespeare nurse night death To this urn let those repair William Shakespeare fairness prayer bird Now stand you on the top of happy hours, William Shakespeare flower eye men Justice always whirls in equal measure. William Shakespeare equal justice Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go. William Shakespeare sleep men thinking Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done. William Shakespeare time life past Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. William Shakespeare poor heart looks He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. William Shakespeare fate grace enemy Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away William Shakespeare love-you clouds spring When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand. William Shakespeare winter hands fall There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples. William Shakespeare rotten apples choices
