Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore.
And if you can be merry then, I'll say A man may weep upon his wedding day.
We never valued this poor seat of England, And therefore, living hence, did give ourself To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.
So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppressed With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock And set mine eyes at flow.
Berowne they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure The table round.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.
(Pedro:) In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. (Beatrice:) Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour. (Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
Therefore they thought it good for hear a play And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a. A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
It must be so, for miracles are ceased And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected.
Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! I am descended of a gentler blood. Thou art no father nor friend of mine.
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair, And at her heels a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuffed, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
