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Quotes - Shakespeare


Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.

William Shakespeare

I swear 't is better to be much abused
Than but to know 't a little.

William Shakespeare

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.

William Shakespeare

O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

William Shakespeare

Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.

William Shakespeare

No hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on.

William Shakespeare

On horror's head horrors accumulate.

William Shakespeare

Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.

William Shakespeare

But this denoted a foregone conclusion.

William Shakespeare

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspics' tongues!

William Shakespeare

Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.

William Shakespeare

Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

William Shakespeare

To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.

William Shakespeare

They laugh that win.

William Shakespeare

But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

William Shakespeare

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

William Shakespeare

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.

William Shakespeare

But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!

William Shakespeare

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.

William Shakespeare

O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.

William Shakespeare

O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world!

William Shakespeare

'T is neither here nor there.

William Shakespeare

It makes us or it mars us.

William Shakespeare

Every way makes my gain.

William Shakespeare

He hath a daily beauty in his life.

William Shakespeare

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