Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock'd. Treachery! seek it out.
The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool. All's obliquy; There's nothing level in our cursed natures But direct villainy.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that Gods bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seems a saint, when most I play the devil.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
It had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor.
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
Our revels are now 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-capped tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all of which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Is rounded with a sleep.
I thank you for your voices, thank you! Your most sweet voices! Now you have left your voices, I have no further with you.
Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any suckling dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.
'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner: Honest water, which ne'er left man i' th' mire.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill That wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know: Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother, Better then he have worn Vulcan's badge.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
The people are like water and the ruler a boat. Water can support a boat or overturn it.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.
If thou art rich, thou'rt poor, For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold; But my outside to behold.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
