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Quotes about Age


To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

William Shakespeare

The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

William Shakespeare

At your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble.

William Shakespeare

This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.

William Shakespeare

The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.

William Shakespeare

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

William Shakespeare

I saw Othello's visage in his mind.

William Shakespeare

O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.

William Shakespeare

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.

William Shakespeare

'T was merry when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.

William Shakespeare

It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness.

William Shakespeare

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

William Shakespeare

So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.

William Shakespeare

Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together.

William Shakespeare

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
And He that might the vantage best have took
Found out the remedy. How would you be,
If He, which is the top of judgment, should
But judge you as you are?

William Shakespeare

The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

William Shakespeare

Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.

William Shakespeare

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out.

William Shakespeare

The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found.

William Shakespeare

Delivers in such apt and gracious words
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

William Shakespeare

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

William Shakespeare

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,--
A stage, where every man must play a part;
And mine a sad one.

William Shakespeare

There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.

William Shakespeare

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.

William Shakespeare

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