Author Topic: ~ William Shakespeare Quotes ~ (Read 17749 times)

MysteRy · « **Reply #270 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:17:46 PM »

We few we happy few we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me; Shall be my brother.

MysteRy · « **Reply #271 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:18:38 PM »

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued and neither party loser.

MysteRy · « **Reply #272 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:19:53 PM »

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

MysteRy · « **Reply #273 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:22:23 PM »

If you can look into the seeds of time and say which grain will grow and which will not speak then to me.

MysteRy · « **Reply #274 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:24:13 PM »

I love thee I love but thee With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold And the stars grow old.

MysteRy · « **Reply #275 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:25:00 PM »

Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which like the toad ugly and venomous Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

MysteRy · « **Reply #276 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:25:56 PM »

The jury passing on the prisoner's life May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.

MysteRy · « **Reply #277 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:26:33 PM »

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

MysteRy · « **Reply #278 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:27:04 PM »

The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

MysteRy · « **Reply #279 on:** December 21, 2015, 12:27:31 PM »

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.

MysteRy · « **Reply #280 on:** December 22, 2015, 11:18:35 AM »

Sigh no more ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never.

MysteRy · « **Reply #281 on:** December 22, 2015, 11:19:00 AM »

Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.

MysteRy · « **Reply #282 on:** December 22, 2015, 11:19:28 AM »

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not express'd in fancy; rich not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

MysteRy · « **Reply #283 on:** December 22, 2015, 11:20:14 AM »

Ay me! for aught that I ever could read Could ever hear by tale or history The course of true love never did run smooth.

MysteRy · « **Reply #284 on:** December 22, 2015, 11:20:38 AM »

His life was gentle and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world This was a man!

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