Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
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
Downy
Counterfeit
Sleep
Death
More quotes by William Shakespeare
For Brutus is an honourable man So are they all, all honourable men.
William Shakespeare
Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday
William Shakespeare
Sycorax has grown into a hoop
William Shakespeare
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!
William Shakespeare
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
William Shakespeare
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.
William Shakespeare
'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
William Shakespeare
Beauty lives with kindness.
William Shakespeare
Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.
William Shakespeare
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
William Shakespeare
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.
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
I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
William Shakespeare
You have too much respect upon the world They lose it that do buy it with much care
William Shakespeare
For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.
William Shakespeare
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
William Shakespeare
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.
William Shakespeare
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
William Shakespeare
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
William Shakespeare
Here's flowers for you Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
William Shakespeare