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Shakespeare
Quotations
Hamlet, II:2
There is nothing either
good or bad, But
thinking
makes it so.
Much Ado About Nothing, V:1
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.
Hamlet, III:3
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Othello, II:3
How poor are they that have not patience.
Richard II,
I:1
The purest treasure mortal times afford, is spotless reputation.
Two
Gentlemen of Verona,
I:2
They do not love that do not show their love.
The
Merchant of Venice,
I:3
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy
witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the
heart. O what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
King Lear,
III:6
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's
love, or a whore's oath.
As You Like
It, V:4
O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book, as you have books for good manners.
I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the
Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant;
the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with
Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.
Pericles,
Prince of Tyre,
III:1
Oh! You gods, why do you make us love your goodly gifts, and snatch them
straight away?
MacBeth, III:4
The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And
there, an end. But now they rise again With twenty mortal murders on their
crowns, And push us from our stools.
Measure for
Measure, II:2
O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength, But it is tyrannous to use it
like a giant.
Julius
Caesar, IV:3
A friendly eye could never see such faults.
Twelfth
Night, I:1
If music be the food of love, play on.
MacBeth, I:3
Have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?
The Merry
Wives of Windsor, III:2
Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.
Measure for
Measure, I:1
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do; not light them for themselves.
Othello,
III:3
He that filches from me my good name, robs me of that which not enriches him,
but makes me poor indeed.
Hamlet, V:1
Lay her i' the earth, and from her fair and
unpolluted flesh may violets spring!
Richard
III, I:4
'Tis better to be brief than tedious.
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