Top 25 Quotes by William Shakespeare of 4028 - Page 74

There is a world elsewhere.

William Shakespeare

World, Elsewhere

'Coriolanus' (1608) act 3, sc. 3, l. 131

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

William Shakespeare

Block, Sassy, Stones

'Julius Caesar' (1599) act 1, sc. 1, l. [39]

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

William Shakespeare

Coward, Lions, Matter

William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Edmond Malone, Alexander Pope, Samuel Johnson (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.281

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*

William Shakespeare

Cheer, Wall, Giving

O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.

William Shakespeare

Love, Art, Magic

'The Winter's Tale' (1610-1) act 5, sc. 3, l. 109

This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

William Shakespeare

Darkness, Tempest, Acknowledge

William Shakespeare, Khan (2001). “The Tempest”, p.99, Orient Blackswan

The let-alone lies not in your good will.

William Shakespeare

Lying, Good Will

William Shakespeare (2001). “King Lear”, p.322, Classic Books Company

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

William Shakespeare

Flower, Advice, Lady Macbeth

'Macbeth' (1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [63]

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

William Shakespeare

Kissing, Long, Twenties

William Shakespeare, Katherine Duncan-Jones, H. R. Woudhuysen (2007). “Poems: Third Series”, p.133, Cengage Learning EMEA

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

William Shakespeare

Night, Tiptoes, Melancholy

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!

William Shakespeare

Degrees, Bars, Tongue

'Richard III' (1591) act 5, sc. 3, l. 194

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.

William Shakespeare

Thinking, Blow, Boys

William Shakespeare (2016). “The Taming of the Shrew”, p.33, Penguin

It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance

William Shakespeare

Passion, Wish, Trials

'As You Like It' (1599) act 5, sc. 2, l. [90]

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

William Shakespeare

People, Different, Cold

All that glitters is not gold.

William Shakespeare

Empty Vessels, Gold, Glitter

David Schajer, William Shakespeare (2012). “Shakespeare's Premiere of Richard III”, p.75, David Schajer

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

William Shakespeare

Night, Soul, Majesty

William Shakespeare (1963). “Hamlet”, p.41, CUP Archive

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

William Shakespeare

Nature, Night, Devil

William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers (1862). “The Complete Works of Shakespeare: With a Memoir”, p.613, Prabhat Prakashan

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

William Shakespeare

Heart, Sorrow, Faces

William Shakespeare (1832). “Hamlet, and As you like it, a specimen of a new ed. of Shakespeare [by T. Caldecott]. by T. Caldecott”, p.134

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.

William Shakespeare

Air, Honor, Reckoning

'Henry IV, Part 1' (1597) act 5, sc. 1, l. [131]

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

William Shakespeare

Grief, Shadow, Twenties

William Shakespeare (1813). “The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes”, p.68

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

William Shakespeare

Wells

William Shakespeare (2015). “Othello: Ignatius Critical Editions”, p.28, Ignatius Press

My stars shine darkly over me

William Shakespeare

Stars, Shining

William Shakespeare, Isaac Reed (1813). “The Plays of William Shakespeare”, p.262

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

William Shakespeare

Tree, Soul, Fruit

"The Complete Works of William Shakspeare".

Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got And pardon 'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; I must be here confined by you, But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please: now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

William Shakespeare

Art, Prayer, Hands

"Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest".