William Shakespeare Thy Quotations

What a disgrace it is to me to remember thy name.

Fortune, good night; smile once more, turn thy wheel

Thou wert best set - thy lower part where thy nose stands

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

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not expressed in fancy; rich not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, / But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; / For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.

The sea all water, yet receives rain still,And in abundance addeth to his store,So thou being rich in will add to thy willOne will of mine to make thy large will more.

Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

O happy dagger!This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparalleled.

Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach

He that is thy friend indeed,He will help thee in thy need:If thou sorrow, he will weep;If thou wake, he cannot sleep:Thus of every grief in heartHe with thee does bear a part.These are certain signs to knowFaithful friend from flattering foe.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade.