Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say, "It lightens."
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give,
Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse;
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
The courageous captain of complements.
One, two, and the third in your bosom.
O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!
I am the very pink of courtesy.
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
My man's as true as steel.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.
A word and a blow.
A plague o' both your houses!
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve.
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe.
