Occupation: Playwright and Poet
Profile: Regarded as the greatest writer in the English language.
Number of Quotes: 30
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind,
But fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends.
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid, To be your fellow
You may deny me, but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
for grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.
To me and to the state of my great grief
let kings assemble; for my grief's so great
that no supporter but the huge firm earth
Can hold it up:
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has; but I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.
O powerful love, that in some respects makes a beast a man, in some other, a man a beast.
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Oh! how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Then, must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well.
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
When the sea was calm, all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating.
When we are born, we cry that we
To this great stage of fools:
Why, 'tis a happy thing
To be the father unto many sons.