William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 35 | Just Great DataBase

... and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...

O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena

I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

What light through yonder window breaks?

You're in love?OutOut of love?I love someone. She doesn't love me.

Ready to go but never to return.

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

My dear, dear Lord,The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation; that awayMen 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.

I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)

Where lies your text?Viola: In Orsino's bosom.Olivia: In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?Viola: To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,And what strength I have's mine own, -Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,I must be here confined by you...But release me from my bandsWith the help of your good hands:Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please: now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;And my ending is despair,Unless I be relieved by prayer,Which pierces so, that it assaultsMercy itself, and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon'd be,Let your indulgence set me free.

I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out!Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England.""Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?""Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.""Why?""'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?

Speak low if you speak love.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 
And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart!