William Shakespeare House Quotations

But now behold, In the quick forge and working-house of thought, How London doth pour out her citizens!

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

Famous Quotes on: Honesty, Wisdom, Thomas Jefferson Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in a foul oyster.

Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't

Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.

A plague on both your houses.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?