William Shakespeare Quotes

Inspirational quotes by William Shakespeare

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.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
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.
Cowards die many times before their deathsThe valiant never taste of death but once.
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.
Double, double toil and trouble Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
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 have heard of your paintings too, well enough God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
I must be cruel, only to be kind Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
I wish you all the joy you can wish.
Jesters do often prove prophets.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Nothing will come of nothing.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
O for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
The course of true love was never easy.
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
The earth has music for those who listen.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

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