William Shakespeare Mad Quotations

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?

Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!

Fools are not mad folks.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.

For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf.

I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad.

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England." "Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?" "Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there." "Why?" "'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor mortals mad!

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms!

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad

The venom clamors of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth