Quotes to inspire and reflect

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. And if you please to call it a rush-candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: For ’tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

Sits as one new-risen from a dream.

Who woo’d in haste and means to wed at leisure.

Such an injury would vex a very saint.

Kiss me, Kate, we will be married o’ Sunday.

Old fashions please me best.

I must dance barefoot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua.

To seek their fortunes further than at home, Where small experience grows.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

And if the boy have not a woman’s gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift.

Tut! I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby.

These dreary dumps. 7

He lives in fame that died in virtue’s cause.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.

Lucrece swears he did her wrong. 6

To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.

Cloud-kissing Ilion.

Time’s glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.

For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.

Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly.

Who buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

One for all, or all for one we gage.

This silent war of lilies and of roses, Which Tarquin view’d in her fair face’s field.

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade The eyes of men without an orator.

A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller, A needy, hollow-ey’d, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper.

The venom clamors of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth.

Be not thy tongue thy own shame’s orator.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

For slander lives upon succession, Forever housed where it gets possession.

We’ll pluck a crow together.

There is something in the wind.

Why, headstrong liberty is lash’d with woe. There’s nothing situate under heaven’s eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.

The pleasing punishment that women bear.

For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

And I will stand the hazard of the die. I think there be six Richmonds in the field.

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.