William Shakespeare World Quotations

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.

I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.

So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?

As for my wife, I would you had her spirit in such another; The third o' th' world is yours, which with a snaffle You may pace easy, but not such a wife.

An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest, Then is doomsday near.

A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool! a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and basked him in the sun And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!

The time of universal peace is near. Prove this a prosp'rous day, the three-nooked world Shall bear the olive freely.

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.

Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

All the world's a stage ... and you better have a zoning variance or it's coming down.

And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen.

This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.

A time, methinks, too short To make a world-without-end bargain in.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

So may the outward shows be least themselves; The world is still deceived with ornament.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world

I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.

Our holy lives must win a new world's crown.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.

And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

There is a world elsewhere.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

There's nothing in this world can make me joy.

All the world is a stage and we are merely players.

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world...

But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly.

O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

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

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.

The world must be peopled!

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!