William Shakespeare Sight Quotations

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?

Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!