To show our simple skill,

To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.

William Shakespeare 03.03.2018 03:03:03 6495 quotes

O dearest soul, your cause dot...

O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
With pity that doth make me sick.

Mad let us grant him them, and...

Mad let us grant him them, and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect--
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause.
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

Hence, therefore, every leader...

Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
For, on their answer, will we set on them,
And God befriend us as our cause is just!

Mine's not an idle cause....

Mine's not an idle cause.

All's well that ends well; sti...

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown.
Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

Ingratitude is monstrous; and ...

Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful
were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being
members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

This was the most unkindest cu...

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hear...

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
Than the sea-monster.

All the stored vengeances of h...

All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!

What, wouldst thou have a serp...

What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

I hate ingratitude more in a m...

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vie whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

What if this cursed hand
...

What if this cursed hand
Where thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?

I pardon him as God shall pard...

I pardon him as God shall pardon me.

Were't not affection chains th...

Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Let there be gall enough in th...

Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a
goose-pen, no matter.

Now, good Cesario, but that pi...

Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night.
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
Come, but one verse.

And then a whoreson jackanapes...

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as
if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my
pleasure.

When a gentlemen is disposed t...

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any
standers-by to curtail his oaths.

I'll be damned for never a kin...

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.