William Shakespeare

Books and Quotes Collection

Firm and irrevocable is my doom / Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.
[…] this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber, warp, warp.
I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, / And with a kind of umber smirch my face; / The like do you; so shall we pass along, / And never stir assailants.
I have neither the scholar’s melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician’s, which is fantastical; nor the courtier’s, which is proud; nor the soldier’s, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer’s, which is politic; nor the lady’s, which is nice; nor the lover’s, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels; in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
If I could meet / that fancy-monger, I would give him some good / counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love / upon him.
Corin: You have too courtly a wit for me; I’ll rest.
Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have possest her?
There were none principal; they were all like one another as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it.
"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."
Under the greene wood tree, / Who loves to lye with mee, / And turne his merrie Note, / Unto the sweet Birds throte: / Come hither, come hither, come hither: / Heere shall he see no enemie, / But Winter and rough Weather.
1 more quotes from this book

View book page or upgrade to Pro to see all 11 quotes

Upgrade to Pro
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer / Hoist with his own petard; and 't shall go hard / But I will delve one yard below their mines / And blow them at the moon.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, / Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, / Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, / Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, / And recks not his own rede.
The glowworm shows the matin to be near / And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire. / Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, / That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
Is not this something more than fantasy?
Get thee [to] a Nunry, why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners, I am my selfe indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse mee of such things, that it were better my Mother had not bourne mee […]
Thus has he, and many more of the same breed that I / know the drossy age dotes on, only got the tune of the / time and, out of an habit of encounter, a kind of / yeasty collection, which carries them through and / through the most profane and winnowed opinions
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands / Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
4 more quotes from this book

View book page or upgrade to Pro to see all 14 quotes

Upgrade to Pro