William Shakespeare Quotes

Inspirational quotes by William Shakespeare

O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
Cowards die many times before their deathsThe valiant never taste of death but once.
Cowards die many times before their deaths The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
This above all to thine own self be true.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
The course of true love was never easy.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
The quality of mercy is not strained It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Jesters do often prove prophets.
The earth has music for those who listen.
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
He was my friend, faithful, and just to meBut Brutus says, he was ambitious,And Brutus is an honorable man.He hath brought many captives home to Rome,Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.Did this in Caesar seem ambitiousWhen the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.Ambition should me made of sterner stuff,Yet Brutus says, he was ambitiousAnd Brutus is an honorable man.
I must be cruel, only to be kind Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
The worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
Nothing will come of nothing.

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