William Shakespeare Shall Quotations

Simply the thing I am shall make me live.

Shall we play the wantons with our woes,And make some pretty match with shedding tears?

Shall not be long but I'll be here again:Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.

We are gentlemen that neither in our hearts nor outward eyes envy the great nor shall the low despise.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.

Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.

Who knows himself a braggart,Let him fear this, for it will come to passthat every braggart shall be found an ass.

Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covert faults at last with shame derides

Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue

I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.

It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom.

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

If she be made of white and red, Her faults will ne'er be known, For blushing cheeks by faults are bred, And fears by pale white shown: Then if she fear or be to blame, By this you shall not know, For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native s

If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that

But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, 'We died at such a place' - some swearing, some crying f

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow

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

Hereafter in a better world than this,I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

All these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.