Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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
Angel
Gravestone
Sing
Flights
Rest
Angelic
Night
Epitaph
Cracks
Angels
Goodnight
Flight
Horatio
Thee
Headstone
More quotes by William Shakespeare
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
William Shakespeare
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.
William Shakespeare
A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.
William Shakespeare
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
William Shakespeare
Appetite, a universal wolf.
William Shakespeare
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
William Shakespeare
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
William Shakespeare
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
William Shakespeare
The readiness is all.
William Shakespeare
When law can do no right, Let it be lawful that law bar no wrong.
William Shakespeare
He is as full of valor as of kindness. Princely in both.
William Shakespeare
Good wombs have borne bad sons. -- (Miranda, I:2)
William Shakespeare
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
William Shakespeare
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
William Shakespeare
Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.
William Shakespeare
Although the last, not least.
William Shakespeare
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
William Shakespeare
He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
William Shakespeare
Juliet is the east and i am the sun.
William Shakespeare
Taste your legs, sire: put them into motion.
William Shakespeare
