Top 100 Tis Shakespeare Quotes
#1. To persevere
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.
William Shakespeare
#2. If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come - the readiness is all.
William Shakespeare
#3. Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.
William Shakespeare
#4. Think when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass:
William Shakespeare
#5. When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.
William Shakespeare
#7. Tis often seen
Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds
A native slip to us from foreign lands.
William Shakespeare
#8. And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
King Henry VIII. Act 3, Scene 2
William Shakespeare
#9. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives
must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
William Shakespeare
#12. If it be true that good wine needs no bush,
'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue;
yet to good wine they do use good bushes,
and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues.
William Shakespeare
#13. Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
My love should kindle to inflamed respect.
William Shakespeare
#14. Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
William Shakespeare
#15. Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
William Shakespeare
#16. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it a right.
William Shakespeare
#18. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet: Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale.
William Shakespeare
#20. Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example; so the spirit is eas'd :
And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
William Shakespeare
#21. Host: What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he
dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he
speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will
carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he
will carry't.
William Shakespeare
#23. Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
William Shakespeare
#26. 'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
William Shakespeare
#27. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late,
'Tis like a pardon after execution.
That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me;
But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
William Shakespeare
#28. Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.
William Shakespeare
#29. Tis ten to one this play can never please
All that are here. Some come to take their ease
And sleep an act or two; but those, we fear,
W' have frighted with our trumpets.
William Shakespeare
#30. Tis gold Which buys admittance
oft it doth
yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up This deer to th' stand o' th' stealer: and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief, Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man.
William Shakespeare
#31. But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost round, he then turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the vase defrees by which he did ascend.
William Shakespeare
#32. For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.
William Shakespeare
#34. Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.
William Shakespeare
#35. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.
William Shakespeare
#36. Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.
William Shakespeare
#37. In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law. . .
(Claudius, from Hamlet, Act 3, scene 3)
William Shakespeare
#40. Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.
William Shakespeare
#41. 'Tis sweet to kiss a girl on Spring's first day, but only half so sweet as 'tis to kiss a girl on her bootyhole.
William Shakespeare
#43. I'll find a day to massacre them all
And raze their faction and their family,
The cruel father and his traitorous sons,
To whom I sued for my dear son's life,
And make them know what 'tis to let a queen
Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.
William Shakespeare
#44. For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
William Shakespeare
#45. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak. 'Tis charity to show.
William Shakespeare
#46. To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;
But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.
William Shakespeare
#47. There is a special providence in
the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now.
William Shakespeare
#49. Tis better using France than trusting France;
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.
William Shakespeare
#50. Samp. 'Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids- I will cut off their heads. Greg. The heads of the maids? Samp. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads.
William Shakespeare
#51. The pound of flesh which I demand of him
Is dearly bought; 'tis mine, and I will have it.
William Shakespeare
#52. But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
William Shakespeare
#54. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
William Shakespeare
#55. My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.
William Shakespeare
#56. The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.
William Shakespeare
#57. The shadow of my sorrow. Let's see, 'tis very true. My griefs lie all within and these external manners of laments are mere shadows to the unseen grief which swells with silence in the tortured soul.
There lies the substance.
William Shakespeare
#58. She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath,
that in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to see
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
William Shakespeare
#59. 'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
William Shakespeare
#60. MIRANDA O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't! PROSPERO 'Tis new to thee.
William Shakespeare
#61. Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offered, shall never find it more.
William Shakespeare
#62. Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west:
The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light,
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.
William Shakespeare
#63. O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
William Shakespeare
#65. Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
William Shakespeare
#66. Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
William Shakespeare
#69. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
William Shakespeare
#70. Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.
William Shakespeare
#71. DON PEDRO Hath she made her affection known to Benedick?
LEONATO No, and swears she never will; that's her torment.
CLAUDIO 'Tis true, indeed, so your daughter says. 'Shall I,' says she, 'that have so oft encountered him with scorn, write to him that I love him?
William Shakespeare
#73. Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.
William Shakespeare
#74. In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn; ...
William Shakespeare
#75. 'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
William Shakespeare
#76. That he's mad, 'tis true,
'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis, 'tis true
- a foolish figure,
William Shakespeare
#77. I have no way and therefore want no eyes
I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen
our means secure us, and our mere defects
prove our commodities.
William Shakespeare
#78. Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with
your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
Look you, these are the stops.
William Shakespeare
#79. Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. It's
William Shakespeare
#80. Good my lord, be cured
Of this diseased opinion, and betimes.
For 'tis most dangerous.
William Shakespeare
#81. She dreams of him that has forgot her love;
You dote on her that cares not for your love.
'Tis pity love should be so contrary;
And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
William Shakespeare
#82. Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich
William Shakespeare
#83. Do not forever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
Passing though nature to eternity.
William Shakespeare
#84. I am not mad: I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: O, if I could, what grief should I forget! Preach some philosophy to make me mad, And thou shalt be canonized, cardinal;
William Shakespeare
#85. There's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself Whether I in any just term
William Shakespeare
#86. That strain again! It had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
William Shakespeare
#87. 'Tis not to make me jealous
To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
William Shakespeare
#88. N sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
William Shakespeare
#90. tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflam'd respect.
William Shakespeare
#91. Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because t'was night?
William Shakespeare
#92. Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
William Shakespeare
#93. Value dwells not in particular will;
It holds his estimate and dignity
As well wherein 'tis precious of itself
As in the prizer.
William Shakespeare
#96. This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change,
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
William Shakespeare
#97. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mine own man since.
William Shakespeare
#98. There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.
William Shakespeare
#99. And I'll be sworn 'tis true. Travelers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
---Antonio
(Act III, scene 3, lines 26-27.)
William Shakespeare
#100. Direct not him whose way himself will choose;
'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
William Shakespeare
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