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To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, So smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer’s heat?
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
All the worlds 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.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, kate is the sun and moon; or rather the sun and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
With devotion’s visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616) My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep, the more I give to thee
The more I have, for both are infinite.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Care is no cure, but rather a corrosive for things that are not to be remedied.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal,
But sorrow flouted at is double death.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Men are men; the best sometimes forget.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
What a beard hast thou got! Thou has got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my phill-horse has on its tail.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threat’ning eye.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Jog on, jog on,the foot path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
O Sleep, O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;
One desperate grief cures with another’s languish.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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?
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day tomorrow.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Let us not burden our remembrances with
A heaviness that’s gone.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Not tonight - I have very poor and unhappy
brains for drinking: I could well wish
courtesy would invent some other custom of
entertainment. I have drunk but one cup
tonight, and - behold what innovation it
makes here: I am unfortunate in the
infirmity, and are not to task my weakness
with any more.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough:
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself, And falls on the other.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Man, proud man!
Dressed in a little brief authority:
Most ignorant of what he’s most assured.
His glassy essence - Like an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour’s faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection:
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then, but draw anew the model
In fewer offices; or at least, desist
To build at all?
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Dost thou think because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
-William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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