Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Talk with a man out at a window!--a proper saying!
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing.
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires.
But something may be done that we will not; And sometimes we are devils to ourselves When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back When gold and silver becks me to come on.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes deeds ill done!
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
For I am that way going to temptation, Where prayers cross.
O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue.
It is a creature That dotes on Cassio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many and be beguiled by one.
Tempt not a desperate man.
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold Will tempt unto a close exploit of death?
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that are bad for me do not tempt me.
Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as the tempter is in pressing it, and he needs not proceed by a surer measure.
I cannot give thee less, to be called grateful. Thou thought'st to help me, and such thanks I give As one near death to those that wish him live.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt, that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child.
O villain, thou hast stol'n both mine office and my name! The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
A murderer and a villain, A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket--
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm, To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers.
A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
Do villainy, do, since you protest to do't, Like workmen. I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surges resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n From gen'ral excrement.
Yet thanks I must you con That you are thieves professed, that you work not In holier shapes; for there is boundless theft In limited professions.
The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief, He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
