William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 28 | Just Great DataBase

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

How low am I, thou painted maypole?(Hermia to Helena)

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example?

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!

Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:A visor for a visor! what care IWhat curious eye doth quote deformities?Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Parting is such sweet sorrow

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts.

Friendship is constant in all other thingsSave in the office and affairs of love.Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues.Let every eye negotiate for itself,And trust no agent; for beauty is a witchAgainst whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

And make death proud to take us.

What's his offense?Groping for trout in a peculiar river.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,Which gives men stomach to digest his wordsWith better appetite.