William Shakespeare Quotes

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be
thou as chaste as ice, as read more

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be
thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny.

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth read more

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. read more

No, Antony, take the lot:
But, first or last, your fine Egyptian cookery
Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Caesar
Grew faw with feasting there.

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor read more

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the read more

Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. -Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
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It may do good; pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride, for supple knees
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the read more

Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the
wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the
foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the old rat
and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool;
who is whipped from tithing to tithing, and stock-punished and
imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to
his body,
Horse to ride, and weapon to wear,
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.

Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.