William Shakespeare Though Quotations

Once more the engine of her thoughts began. . . .

I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me: For now hath Time made me his numb'ring clock; My thoughts are minutes

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed.

My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

Our wills and fates do so contrary runThat our devices still are overthrown;Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past

She was a vixen when she went to school:And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.

Though this be madness, yet there is method

O father Abram! what these Christians are,Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspectThe thoughts of others!

And many strokes though with a little axe hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes by chance.

Though he is small, he is but fierce.

Though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care

I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.

That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

I am not a slut, though I thank the Gods I am foul.

I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.