William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 80 | Just Great DataBase

When devils do the worst sins, they first put on the pretense of goodness and innocence, as I am doing now.

O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feetWhere thou and I henceforth may never meet.

To be poor but content is actually to be quite rich. But you can have endless riches and still be as poor as anyone if you are always afraid of losing your riches.

I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you!        Exit

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

   And we’ll strive to please you every day.     Exit

O, gentle lady, do not put me to’t,/ For I am nothing, if not critical.

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth. And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so, adieu, good madam; never more Will I my master’s tears to you deplore.

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.

see you what you are, you are too proud. 240   But if you were the devil, you are fair. My lord and master loves you – O, such love Could be but recompensed, though you were crowned The nonpareil of beauty!

The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree. Sing all a green willow: Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Lay by these: Sing willow, willow, willow; Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon.

Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house.Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night.Halloo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out Olivia! Oh, you should not restBetween the elements of air and earth,But you should pity me.

You shall markMany a duteous and knee-crooking knaveThat, doting on his own obsequious bondage,Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd:Whip me such honest knaves.

And what’s he then that says I play the villain, / When this advice is free I give, and honest, /Probal to thinking (2.3.321-323)

Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.

God me such uses send,Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.

A traveler. By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men’s. Then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

They stumble that run fast.

ROSALIND (AS GANYMEDE): Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.

Juliet:Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.Romeo:Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.Juliet:Then have my lips the sin that they have took.Romeo:Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again.