{"id":1197,"date":"2015-04-19T11:53:58","date_gmt":"2015-04-19T11:53:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/englishhistory.net\/?p=1197"},"modified":"2022-03-04T13:11:01","modified_gmt":"2022-03-04T13:11:01","slug":"quotes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishhistory.net\/shakespeare\/quotes\/","title":{"rendered":"Shakespeare Quotes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Famous Lines from the Plays<\/a> and Sonnets<\/a> by Shakespeare<\/h2>\n

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
\n–Hamlet<\/a><\/p>\n

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:
\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
\nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date”.<\/p>\n

–Sonnet 18<\/a><\/p>\n

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
\nAnd flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
\nWhether \u2019tis nobler in the mind to suffer
\nThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
\nOr to take arms against a sea of troubles,
\nAnd by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
\nNo more; and, by a sleep to say we end
\nThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
\nThat flesh is heir to, \u2019tis a consummation
\nDevoutly to be wish\u2019d. To die, to sleep;
\nTo sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there\u2019s the rub.
\nFor in this sleep of death what dreams may come….
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

Sweets to the sweet.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
\n-Hamlet
\nThe lady doth protest too much, methinks.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

This above all: to think own self be true,
\nAnd it must follow, as the night the day,
\nThou canst not then be false to any man.
\n-Hamlet<\/p>\n

From this day to the ending of the world,
\nBut we in it shall be remembered-
\nWe few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
\nFor he to-day that sheds his blood with me
\nShall be my brother; be he ne\u2019er so vile,
\nThis day shall gentle his condition;
\nAnd gentlemen in England now-a-bed
\nShall think themselves accurs\u2019d they were not here,
\nAnd hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
\nThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin\u2019s day.
\n-Henry V<\/p>\n

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
\n–Romeo and Juliet<\/a><\/p>\n

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
\n-Romeo and Juliet<\/p>\n

By the pricking of my thumbs,
\nSomething wicked this way comes.
\n-Macbeth<\/p>\n

Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
\n-As You Like It<\/p>\n

I do love nothing in the world so well as you – is not that strange?
\n-Much Ado About Nothing<\/p>\n

Lord, what fools these mortals be!
\n-A Midsummer Night’s Dream<\/p>\n

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
\nMen were deceivers ever,-
\nOne foot in sea and one on shore,
\nTo one thing constant never.
\n-Much Ado About Nothing<\/p>\n

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
\n-Much Ado About Nothing<\/p>\n

All the world’s a stage<\/a>,
\nAnd all the men and women merely players;
\nThey have their exists and their entrances;
\nAnd one man in his time plays many parts,
\nHis acts being seven ages.
\n-As You Like It<\/p>\n

The course of true love never did run smooth.
\n-A Midsummer Night’s Dream<\/p>\n

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
\nThe valiant never taste of death but once.
\nOf all the wonders that I yet have heard,
\nIt seems to me most strange that men should fear;
\nSeeing that death, a necessary end,
\nWill come when it will come.
\n-Julius Caesar<\/a><\/p>\n

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
\nLike a Colossus; and we petty men
\nWalk under his huge legs, and peep about
\nTo find ourselves dishonourable graves.
\n-Julius Caesar<\/p>\n

Men at some time are masters of their fates.
\nThe fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
\n-Julius Caesar<\/p>\n

Et tu, Brute?
\n-Julius Caesar<\/p>\n

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
\nIt is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock
\nThe meat it feeds on.
\n-Othello<\/p>\n

All that glisters is not gold;
\nOften have you heard that told:
\nMany a man his life hath sold
\nBut my outside to behold:
\nGilded tombs do worms enfold.
\n-The Merchant of Venice<\/p>\n

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
\n-The Merchant of Venice<\/p>\n

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow.
\n-Romeo and Juliet<\/p>\n

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
\n-The Merry Wives of Windsor<\/p>\n

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
\n-Romeo and Juliet<\/p>\n

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
\nIt is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
\n-Romeo and Juliet<\/p>\n

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
\nCreeps in this petty pace from day to day,
\nTo the last syllable of recorded time;
\nAnd all our yesterdays have lighted fools
\nThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
\nLife’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
\nThat struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
\nAnd then is heard no more. It is a tale
\nTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
\nSignifying nothing.
\n-Macbeth<\/p>\n

What’s done cannot be undone.
\n-Macbeth<\/p>\n

Double, double, toil and trouble;
\nFire burn, and cauldron bubble!
\n-Macbeth<\/p>\n

Stars, hide your fires;
\nLet not light see my black and deep desires.
\n-Macbeth<\/p>\n

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
\n-As You Like It<\/p>\n

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
\n-The Tempest<\/p>\n

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them
\n-Twelfth Night<\/p>\n

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
\n-All’s Well That Ends Well<\/p>\n

If music be the food of love, play on,
\nGive me excess of it; that surfeiting,
\nThe appetite may sicken, and so die.
\n-Twelfth Night<\/p>\n

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
\n-King Henry VI<\/a>, Part Two<\/p>\n

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
\nAs I foretold you, were all spirits and
\nAre melted into air, into thin air:
\nAnd, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
\nThe cloud-capp\u2019d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
\nThe solemn temples, the great globe itself,
\nYea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
\nAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
\nLeave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
\nAs dreams are made on, and our little life
\nIs rounded with a sleep.
\n-The Tempest<\/p>\n

What’s past is prologue.
\n-The Tempest<\/p>\n

Me, poor man, my library
\nWas dukedom large enough.
\n-The Tempest<\/p>\n

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.
\n-All\u2019s Well That Ends Well<\/p>\n

*Learn more about William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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