William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.

The soul of this man is in his clothes.

It is not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

I wish you well and so I take my leave,<br> I Pray you know me when we meet again.

Lady you bereft me of all words,<br> Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,<br> And there is such confusion in my powers.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; take honour from me and my life is done.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

I must be cruel only to be kind;<br> Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

Thou art all the comfort,<br> The Gods will diet me with.

I pray thee cease thy counsel,<br> Which falls into mine ears as profitless<br> as water in a sieve.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!

His life was gentle; and the elements<br> So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up,<br> And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

When we are born, we cry, that we are come<br> To this great stage of fools.

He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,<br> We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; <br> But were we burdened with like weight of pain,<br> As much or more we should ourselves complain.

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