Author Topic: ~ William Shakespeare Quotes ~ (Read 17839 times)

MysteRy · « **Reply #225 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:28:43 PM »

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.

MysteRy · « **Reply #226 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:29:14 PM »

Many strokes though with a little axe Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

MysteRy · « **Reply #227 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:30:10 PM »

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

MysteRy · « **Reply #228 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:30:43 PM »

How poor are they that have not patience? What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

MysteRy · « **Reply #229 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:31:11 PM »

The fault dear Brutus is not in our stars But in ourselves that we are underlings.

MysteRy · « **Reply #230 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:31:38 PM »

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

MysteRy · « **Reply #231 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:32:23 PM »

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

MysteRy · « **Reply #232 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:33:48 PM »

There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune.

MysteRy · « **Reply #233 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:34:20 PM »

Some are born great some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

MysteRy · « **Reply #234 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:34:46 PM »

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.

MysteRy · « **Reply #235 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:35:15 PM »

And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

MysteRy · « **Reply #236 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:37:44 PM »

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But in the less foul profanation.

MysteRy · « **Reply #237 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:38:09 PM »

My word fly up my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

MysteRy · « **Reply #238 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:38:37 PM »

We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

MysteRy · « **Reply #239 on:** December 20, 2015, 05:39:07 PM »

Ay sir; to be honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

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