Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Although the last, not least.
Nothing will come of nothing.
Mend your speech a little,
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
I want that glib and oily art,
To speak and purpose not.
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend!
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
Thy element's below.
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine.
Necessity's sharp pinch!
Let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice.
I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
Out-paramoured the Turk.
