Quotes by William Shakespeare

Of all knowledge, the wise and good seek mostly to know themselves.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Theres little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.

Yes, faith; it is my cousins duty to make curtsy and say Father, as it please you. But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say Father, as it please me.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew

LEONATOWell, then, go you into hell?BEATRICENo, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven; heres no place for you maids: so deliver I up my apes, and away to Saint Peter for the heavens; he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there live we as merry as the day is long.

LEONATOWell, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.BEATRICENot till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, Ill none: Adams sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table. Macbeth

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

If music be the food of love, play on,Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.

My only love sprung from my only hate!Too early seen unknown, and known too late!Prodigious birth of love it is to me,That I must love a loathed enemy.

thus with a kiss I die

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

Mens eyes were made to look, let them gaze, I will budge for no mans pleasure.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Love is a smoke raisd with the fume of sighs; being purgd, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes; being vexd, a sea nourishd with lovers tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.