William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 70 | Just Great DataBase

I am fortunes fool.

O teach me how I should forget to think.

Oh, what a world is this when what is comelyEnvenoms him that bears it!

men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze

ROSALIND (AS GANYMEDE): Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

Perdonados serán unos, castigados otros; pues jamás hubo tan lamentable historia como la de Julieta y su Romeo.

Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

FRIAR LAURENCE: Thou fond mad man, hear me butspeak a word.ROMEO: O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.FRIAR LAURENCE: I’ll give thee armour to keep offthat word:Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy,To comfort thee, though thou art banished.ROMEO: Yet banished? Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.FRIAR LAURENCE: O, then I see that madmenhave no ears.ROMEO: How should they, when that wise menhave no eyes?FRIAR LAURENCE: Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.ROMEO: Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,Doting like me and like me banished,Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thoutear thy hair,And fall upon the ground, as I do now,Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

O brave new world,That has such people in ’t!-Miranda

Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at whichmy nose is in great indignation. (IV, 1, lines 223-224)

O, that is entertainmentMy bosom likes not, nor my brows!

Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold. The Winter's Tale, Act 4, Sc.4

To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.

do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviors to love, will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by falling in love:

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.

...the pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter, like favoritesMade proud by princes, that advance their prideAgainst that power that bred it.

He kiss’d, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,The other way he's a Mars.