Top 100 Thou Shakespeare Quotes
#2. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
William Shakespeare
#3. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.
William Shakespeare
#5. Clown: Good Madonna, why mournest thou?
Olivia: Good Fool, for my brother's death.
Clown:I think his soul is in hell, Madonna.
Olivia:I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
Clown: The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.
William Shakespeare
#6. But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
William Shakespeare
#7. Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
William Shakespeare
#8. CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.
CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.
William Shakespeare
#10. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?"
Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art."
Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.
William Shakespeare
#11. I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
William Shakespeare
#12. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
William Shakespeare
#13. Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
William Shakespeare
#14. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
William Shakespeare
#16. For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
William Shakespeare
#17. If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.
William Shakespeare
#18. I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than
thou learn a prayer without book.
William Shakespeare
#19. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.
William Shakespeare
#20. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight
But where her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
William Shakespeare
#21. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
William Shakespeare
#23. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done
William Shakespeare
#24. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
William Shakespeare
#25. Wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
William Shakespeare
#26. And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.
William Shakespeare
#27. MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?
TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha!
MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.
TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:
William Shakespeare
#28. So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.
William Shakespeare
#29. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William Shakespeare
#30. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
William Shakespeare
#33. Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.
William Shakespeare
#36. For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.
How can I then be elder than thou art?
William Shakespeare
#37. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
William Shakespeare
#38. Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.
William Shakespeare
#39. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest.
William Shakespeare
#41. Canst thou not ...
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous
Stuff
Which weights upon the heart?
William Shakespeare
#42. Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?
William Shakespeare
#43. But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.
William Shakespeare
#45. Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.
William Shakespeare
#46. Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!
William Shakespeare
#48. If ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved.
William Shakespeare
#49. Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
William Shakespeare
#50. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
William Shakespeare
#51. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives
must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
William Shakespeare
#52. For Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
William Shakespeare
#53. For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
William Shakespeare
#55. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friends; for when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
William Shakespeare
#56. O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
William Shakespeare
#58. 'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
William Shakespeare
#59. O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story ...
O, I die, Horatio;
William Shakespeare
#60. Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
William Shakespeare
#61. Have more than thou showest, speak less than though knowest, lend less than thou owest, ride more than though goest, learn more than thou trowest, set less than thou throwest.
William Shakespeare
#62. O Ceremony, show me but thy worth? What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?
William Shakespeare
#63. Be just, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's.
William Shakespeare
#64. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
William Shakespeare
#65. God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
William Shakespeare
#66. Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?
William Shakespeare
#67. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
William Shakespeare
#68. Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? Aye, beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
William Shakespeare
#69. Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow.
William Shakespeare
#70. If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd.
Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
Antony and Cleopatra - Act 1, Scene 1
William Shakespeare
#71. But, love, hate on; for now I know thy mind.
Those that can see, thou lov'st; and I am blind.
William Shakespeare
#72. The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
William Shakespeare
#73. O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
William Shakespeare
#75. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that
Thou hast done to me.
Therefore turn and draw.
William Shakespeare
#76. If thou didst ever thy dear father love - Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder
William Shakespeare
#77. Methinks thou dost protest too much."
"And me thinks that guys who spout Shakespeare should be smacked in the face with a two by four," Jeremy shot back.
S.E. Culpepper
#78. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.
William Shakespeare
#79. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
William Shakespeare
#80. For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world,
And where thou art not, desolation.
William Shakespeare
#81. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
William Shakespeare
#83. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears.
William Shakespeare
#84. Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes
Unwhipped of justice.
William Shakespeare
#85. So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then. - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
J.D. Robb
#86. What say you? Hence,
Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head:
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingering pickle.
William Shakespeare
#87. Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,
thou art honest.
William Shakespeare
#88. ROMEO: I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
William Shakespeare
#89. Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?
William Shakespeare
#90. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
William Shakespeare
#91. One pain is lessened by another's anguish ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
William Shakespeare
#92. Speak to me as to thy thinking
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words ...
William Shakespeare
#93. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?
William Shakespeare
#95. Nay, Nay! Try thou not.
But do thou or do thou not,
For there is no try.
Ian Doescher
#96. First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
William Shakespeare
#97. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
Have some malignant power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
William Shakespeare
#98. What wouldst thou do, old man?
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
When power to flattery bows?
William Shakespeare
#99. You aren't in the ivy halls of your miserable literature pursuit now. Without wasting more time, will thou cometh to the pointeth? Dost thou wanteth us to stayeth or leaveth?
Pawan Mishra
#100. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied.
William Shakespeare
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