QUOTATIONS FROM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

All the world's a stage ...
And one man in his time plays many parts.

As You Like It

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

Richard II

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

Hamlet

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Julius Caesar

False face must hide what false heart doth know.

Macbeth

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Sonnets

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Romeo and Juliet

I am a feather for each wind that blows.

The Winter's Tale

If he were opened, and you find so much blood in liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.

Twelfth Night

If you can look back into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not.

Macbeth

Imperious Caesar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

Hamlet

In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deform'd but the unkind.P>

Twelfth Night

In poison there is physic.

O! call back yesterday, bid time return.

Richard II

Sweet are the uses of adversity.
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in its head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

As You Like It

That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lips of a lion.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Merchant of Venice

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Hamlet

The night is long that never finds the day.

The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief.

Othello

There is nothing either good or bad,
but thinking makes it so.

Hamlet

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Things past redress are now with me past care.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Richard II

'Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily ... or add another hue onto the rainbow.

King John

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin, but to be rich;
And, being rich, my virtue then shall be,
To say there is no virtue, but beggary.

King John

What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Othello

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.

The Winter's Tale

When sorrows come. they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Hamlet