William Shakespeare Quotes & Wallpapers

William Shakespeare
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A sceptre snatched with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintained as gained, And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. William Shakespeare

Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well. William Shakespeare

Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, puffing at all, winnows the light away. William Shakespeare

With him Patroclus Upon a lazy bed the livelong day Breaks scurril jests, And with ridiculous and silly action, (Which, slanderer, he imitation calls) He pageants us. William Shakespeare

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy. His legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure. William Shakespeare

It is a creature That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many and be beguiled by one. William Shakespeare

A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers. William Shakespeare

Oh, give me thy hand, one writ with me in sour misfortune's book. William Shakespeare

Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? William Shakespeare

Lay her in the earth, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring. William Shakespeare

See what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill - A combination and a form indeed Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man. William Shakespeare

It is the stars, The stars above us govern our conditions; Else one self mate and make could not beget Such different issues. William Shakespeare

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth, But, being moody, give him time and scope, Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working. William Shakespeare

Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore. William Shakespeare

I do not like 'but yet, it does allay The good precedence: fie upon 'but yet,' 'But yet' is as a jailer to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. William Shakespeare

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. William Shakespeare

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? William Shakespeare

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical - these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. William Shakespeare

The Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be King Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. William Shakespeare

Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not where to have her. William Shakespeare

I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Nor actions, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on. William Shakespeare

O, good my lord, no Latin! I am not such a truant since my coming As not to know the language I have lived in. A strnage tongue makes my cause more strnage, suspicious. Pray speak in English. William Shakespeare

Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep. Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, Begin to water. William Shakespeare

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honor to disgrace's feet? William Shakespeare

O God, thy arm was here! And not to use, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all! William Shakespeare

I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive. William Shakespeare

When thou wast in thy gilt and thy perfume, they mocked thee for too much curiosity; in thy rags thou know'st none, but art despised for the contrary. There's a medlar for thee; eat it. William Shakespeare

No, by my soul, I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. William Shakespeare

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. William Shakespeare

I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts! William Shakespeare

Anything that's mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue. William Shakespeare

Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. William Shakespeare

Never; he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety: other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. William Shakespeare

Poison be their drink! Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat that they taste! - Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings! Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss! And, boding screech-owls make the concert full! William Shakespeare

She's not well married that lived married long, But she's best married that dies married young. William Shakespeare

I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled? William Shakespeare

From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot he is all mirth; he has twice or thrice cut Cupid's bowstring, and the little hangman dare not shoot at him: he hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks. William Shakespeare

Oh, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones and their qualities! William Shakespeare

Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them - Make both my body pine and soul to languish, And punish that before that he would punish. William Shakespeare

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murdered, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must like a whore unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing like a very drab, A stallion! Fie upon't, foh! About, my brains. William Shakespeare

There sentences, to sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides, are equivocal. But words are words. I never yet did hear That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear. William Shakespeare

It is war's prize to take all vantages; And ten to one is no impeach of valor. William Shakespeare

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, yet, with my nobler reason, against my fury do I take part; the rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance. William Shakespeare

I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. William Shakespeare

Bleed, bleed, poor Country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs, The title is affeered! William Shakespeare

You good gods, Let what is here contained relish of love, Of my lord's health, of his content - yet not That we two are asunder; let that grieve him. Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them, For it doth physic love - of his content All but in that. William Shakespeare

We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns, And pass them current too. Gods me, my horse! William Shakespeare

Whereby I see that Time's the king of men; He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave. William Shakespeare

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. William Shakespeare

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony. William Shakespeare

Is Brutus sick, and is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night, And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air, To add unto his sickness? William Shakespeare

While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. William Shakespeare

I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. William Shakespeare

O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart With pity that doth make me sick. William Shakespeare

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it. William Shakespeare

So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which gentleman have. William Shakespeare

Not for because Your brows are blacker. Yet black brows, they say, Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle, Or a half-moon made with a pen. William Shakespeare

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I"ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. William Shakespeare

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here's what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover's eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It's a wise form of madness. It's a sweet lozenge that you choke on.* William Shakespeare

Haply for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have; or for I am declined Into the vale of years-yet that's not much- She's gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others" uses. Yet "tis the plague of great ones; Prerogatived are they less than the base. "Tis destiny unshunnable, like death. William Shakespeare

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error. William Shakespeare

And what's he then that says I play the villain? William Shakespeare

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself. William Shakespeare

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me. William Shakespeare

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony William Shakespeare

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end. William Shakespeare

I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. William Shakespeare

Highly fed and lowly taught. William Shakespeare

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. William Shakespeare

Blood will have blood. William Shakespeare

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