William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 46
Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King.
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.
Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.