William Shakespeare
Warwickshire

Quotes

11 November 2014
Love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, "That's good that's gone."
11 November 2014
As a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric: I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
11 November 2014
Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
11 November 2014
I was A morsel for a monarch.
11 November 2014
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
11 November 2014
Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
11 November 2014
Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcase fit for hounds.
11 November 2014
These days are dangerous; Virtue is choked with foul ambition, And charity chased hence by rancor's hand.
11 November 2014
The time is out of joint—O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
11 November 2014
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven.

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