Why then, you princes, Do you with cheeks abash’d behold our works, And call them shames? which are indeed nought else But the protractive trials of great Jove, To find persistive constancy in men. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “Men prize the thing ungain’d…”
Men prize the thing ungain’d more than it is. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow…”
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: […]
William Shakespeare Quote – “But I remember now…”
But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “Truth is truth To th’end of reck’ning.”
Truth is truth To th’end of reck’ning. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “But cruel are the times…”
But cruel are the times, when we are traitors And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and none. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “All is the fear, and nothing is the love…”
All is the fear, and nothing is the love; As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “Nought’s had, all’s spent…”
Nought’s had, all’s spent, When our desire is got without content: ‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “Thriftless ambition…”
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life’s means! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
William Shakespeare Quote – “Shake off this downy sleep…”
Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, And look on death itself! William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)