Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
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
Hands
Sea
Neptune
Play
Clean
Hyperbole
Great
Ocean
Constancy
Green
Pluck
Blood
Seas
Hand
Wash
Rather
Red
Making
Guilt
Multitudinous
More quotes by William Shakespeare
Plenty and peace breed cowards hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
William Shakespeare
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
William Shakespeare
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
William Shakespeare
Keep thy friend Under thy own life's key.
William Shakespeare
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
William Shakespeare
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
William Shakespeare
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
William Shakespeare
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
William Shakespeare
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put sullen black incontinent. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March sadly after. Grace my mournings here In weeping after this untimely bier.
William Shakespeare
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
William Shakespeare
The chameleon Love can feed on the air
William Shakespeare
Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt he owes For every word.
William Shakespeare
What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
William Shakespeare
My wits begin to turn.
William Shakespeare
To do a great right do a little wrong.
William Shakespeare
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
William Shakespeare
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
William Shakespeare
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
William Shakespeare
Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.
William Shakespeare
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
William Shakespeare
