Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,--
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
Framed in the prodigality of nature.
The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
O, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
A parlous boy.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Off with his head!
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
Ready with every nod to tumble down.
Even in the afternoon of her best days.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.
Tetchy and wayward.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
Thus far into the bowels of the land
Have we marched on without impediment.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
The king's name is a tower of strength.
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
