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Quotes about Wit


Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

William Shakespeare

Fer. Here's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.

William Shakespeare

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare

With foreheads villanous low.

William Shakespeare

Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

William Shakespeare

Your heart's desires be with you!

William Shakespeare

One out of suits with fortune.

William Shakespeare

My pride fell with my fortunes.

William Shakespeare

I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me.

William Shakespeare

And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:
Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

William Shakespeare

If ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.

William Shakespeare

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.

William Shakespeare

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

William Shakespeare

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,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

William Shakespeare

With bag and baggage.

William Shakespeare

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

William Shakespeare

The Retort Courteous;... the Quip Modest;... the Reply Churlish;... the Reproof Valiant;... the Countercheck Quarrelsome;... the Lie with Circumstance;... the Lie Direct.

William Shakespeare

Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.

William Shakespeare

Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal.

William Shakespeare

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.

William Shakespeare

Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.

William Shakespeare

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

William Shakespeare

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.

William Shakespeare

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