More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the king’s English.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Mercy but murders pardoning those who kill.
All the world is a stage and we are merely players.
Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?
