More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
Lesser than Macbeth and greater. Not so happy, yet much happier. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
You know who you are, but know not who you could be.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Brevity is the soul of wit
