Quotes by William Shakespeare

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
"Measure for Measure", Act 1 scene 4

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
"Measure for Measure", Act 2 scene 1

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.
"Measure for Measure", Act 2 scene 2

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
"Measure for Measure", Act 3 scene 1

They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
"Measure for Measure", Act 5 scene 1

Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
"Measure for Measure", Act 5 scene 1

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
"Measure for Measure", Act 5 scene 1

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
"Much Ado about Nothing", Act 1 scene 1

Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
"Much Ado about Nothing", Act 2 scene 1
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
"Much Ado about Nothing", Act 2 scene 1

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
"Much Ado about Nothing", Act 3 scene 1

What a deformed thief this fashion is.
"Much Ado About Nothing", Act III scene iii

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.
"Othello", Act 1 scene 1

I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
"Othello", Act 2 scene 1

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.
"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
"Othello", Act 3 scene 3

Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words.
"Othello", Act 3 scene 3