William Shakespeare Sayings

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.

Men at some times are masters of their fates.

Men at some times are masters of their fates.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate read more

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done, but I would fain die a dry death.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out;
For our read more

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out;
For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful, and good husbandry.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.