Shakespeare Quotes ( 1 - 10 of 813 )
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. read more
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure read more
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3.
Most forcible Feeble. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Most forcible Feeble. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his read more
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
