Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
William Shakespeare
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Stage Actor
Writer
Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
Shakespere
Shakespear
Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
Heart
Much
Relief
Bitter
Thanks
Sick
Cold
More quotes by William Shakespeare
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
William Shakespeare
It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.
William Shakespeare
He is white-livered and red-faced.
William Shakespeare
Fall Greeks fail fame honour or go or stay My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
William Shakespeare
There is no creature loves me And if I die, no soul will pity me.
William Shakespeare
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
William Shakespeare
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
William Shakespeare
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
William Shakespeare
Go, write it in a martial hand be curst and brief it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.
William Shakespeare
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
William Shakespeare
You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness!
William Shakespeare
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age wretched in both.
William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away.
William Shakespeare
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
William Shakespeare
The why is plain as way to parish church: He that a fool doth very wisely hit Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
William Shakespeare
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
William Shakespeare
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
William Shakespeare
What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
William Shakespeare
Things are often spoke and seldom meant.
William Shakespeare
What is thy sentence then but speechless death.
William Shakespeare
