Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
All plumed like estridges that with the wind
Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.
A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves.
Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well.
Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,--how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
This earth that bears thee dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
I could have better spared a better man.
The better part of valour is discretion.
Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.
I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
A rascally yea-forsooth knave.
Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.
We that are in the vaward of our youth.
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems.
It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
