William Shakespeare
Warwickshire

Quotes

11 November 2014
It is held That valor is the chiefest virtue, and Most dignifies the haver.
11 November 2014
He hopes it is no other But for your health and your digestion sake, An after-dinner's breath.
11 November 2014
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell thee on the tree.
11 November 2014
When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness.
11 November 2014
One half of me is yours, the other half yours— Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
11 November 2014
Peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
11 November 2014
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
11 November 2014
I would not wish Any companion in the world but you.
11 November 2014
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!
11 November 2014
And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic. Not a mouse Shall disturb this hallowed house.

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