More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
To be, or not to be, that is the question.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deserving.
