Quotable Quotes Flashcards
The play is a thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.
Hamlet
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are merely players. They have their entrances; and one in his time plays many parts.
As You Like It
Good night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Romeo and Juliet
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and Juliet
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
The Merchant of Venice
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Julius Caesar
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!
King Lear Act 1 Scene 4
Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a take told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Macbeth
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see. The petty follies that themselves commit.
Merchant of Venice
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
As You Like It
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
Hamlet
Will thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark. The period the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on your pomegranate tree; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale
Romeo and Juliet
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with me or leave a kiss
But in the cup. And I’ll not look for wine
Song to Celia
Have a glimpse that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow is wreathed horn
The World is Too Much With Us
O is she rosely loved
is she lovely rosed
O is she lovely sung as sea-shells?
by: Jose Garcia Villa