William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

  • To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
  • Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
  • I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
  • Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
  • I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
  • And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
  • There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so
  • The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
  • God be prais’d, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.
  • True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.

  • Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
  • It is a wise father that knows his own child
  • To me, fair friend, you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still.
  • Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
  • There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
  • It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.
  • Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
  • Sweet are the uses of adversity.
  • Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o’re-fraught heart, and bids it break.
  • [Thou] mountain of mad flesh!
  • [Thou art] a disease that must be cut away.
  • [May] the worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul.
  • Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.
  • Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
  • To thine own self be true.
  • Love sought is good, but given unsought is better
  • We know what we are, but know not what we may become
  • How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world!
  • I count myselt in nothing else so happy As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends.
  • Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
  • Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble
  • For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: