William Shakespeare

Country United Kingdom
Born Sunday, 26 April 1564
Quotes 675
William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
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Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Uncategorized
Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Uncategorized
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Uncategorized
Swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Uncategorized
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. Uncategorized
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid are far more fair than she. Uncategorized
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Uncategorized
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn. Uncategorized
Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls. Uncategorized
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Uncategorized
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor that, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Uncategorized
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Uncategorized
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Uncategorized
Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd we come to use our hands and not our tongues. Uncategorized
I wasted time and now doth time waste me. Uncategorized
Gardener, for telling me these news of woe, pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow. Uncategorized
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe. Uncategorized
They breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. Uncategorized
The purest treasure mortal times afford is spotless reputation; that away, men are but gilded loam or painted clay. Uncategorized
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave. Uncategorized