Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Travelers must be content.
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
Travelers
Traveler
Content
Travel
Must
More quotes by William Shakespeare
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.
William Shakespeare
O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves!
William Shakespeare
Good luck lies in odd numbers.
William Shakespeare
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows.
William Shakespeare
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
William Shakespeare
What can be avoided Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
William Shakespeare
For now they kill me with a living death.
William Shakespeare
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
William Shakespeare
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
William Shakespeare
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
William Shakespeare
Make use of time, let not advantage slip Beauty within itself should not be wasted: Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime Rot and consume themselves in little time.
William Shakespeare
Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
William Shakespeare
A virtuous and a Christianlike conclusion-- To pray for them that have done scathe to us.
William Shakespeare
I see a man's life is a tedious one.
William Shakespeare
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
William Shakespeare
We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
William Shakespeare
Beware the ides of March.
William Shakespeare
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
William Shakespeare
There's husbandry in heaven Their candles are all out.
William Shakespeare
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile.
William Shakespeare
