Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Egregiously an ass.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
Potations pottle-deep.
King Stephen was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,--
With that he called the tailor lown.
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety.
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.
Cassio, I love thee;
But never more be officer of mine.
Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cas. Ay, past all surgery.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
How poor are they that have not patience!
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;
'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd.
If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.
I am declined
Into the vale of years.
O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love
For others' uses.
Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
