William Shakespeare Quotes and Sayings
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them. ~ William Shakespeare. A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow. ~ William Shakespeare. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack. ~ William Shakespeare. Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, / And say there is no sin but to be rich; / And, being rich, my virtue then shall be / To say there is no vice but beggary. ~ William Shakespeare. The purest treasure mortal times afford/ Is spotless reputation; that away,/ Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay./ A jewel in a ten-times barred-up chest/ Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast./ Mine honour is my life. Both grow in one./ Take honour from me, and my life is done. ~ William Shakespeare. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow/ Creeps in this petty pace from day to day/ To the last syllable of recorded time,/ And all our yesterdays have lighted fools/ The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle/ Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player/ That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,/ and then is heard no more. It is a tale/ Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury/ Signifying nothing. ~ William Shakespeare. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour pricks me off when I come on' — how then'...What is honour' A word. What is that word, honour' Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it' He that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it' No. Doth he hear it' No. It is insensible then' Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living' No. Why' Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I’ll none of it: honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism. ~ William Shakespeare. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;/ I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him./ The evil that men do lives after them;/ The good is oft interred with their bones;/ So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus/ Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:/ If it were so, it was a grievous fault,/ And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it. ~ William Shakespeare. |
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