Quotes by William Shakespeare

He kills her in her own humor.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.

And since you know you cannot see yourself,so well as by reflection, I, your glass,will modestly discover to yourself,that of yourself which you yet know not of.

And nothing is, but what is not.

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deckd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is calld Content,A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?Catherine: I cannot tell.Henry: Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? Ill ask them.

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.Why so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?

They are the books, the arts, the academes,That show, contain and nourish all the world.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause

To die, is to be banishd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banishd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection.Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Fosterd, illumind, cherishd, kept alive.

She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

-Gardener: ...Go thou, and like an executioner,Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,That look too lofty in our commonwealth:All must be even in our government.You thus employd, I will go root awayThe noisome weeds, which without profit suckThe soils fertility from wholesome flowers.+Servant:Why should we in the compass of a paleKeep law and form and due proportion,Showing, as in a model, our firm estate,When our sea-walled garden, the whole land,Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up,Her fruit-trees all upturned, her hedges ruind,Her knots disorderd and her wholesome herbsSwarming with caterpillars?-Gardener:Hold thy peace! He that hath sufferd this disorderd springHath now himself met with the fall of leaf.,,

Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

Pleasure and revenge have ears more deaf than adders to the voice of any true decision.

What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.