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Love
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To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
-William Shakespeare
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They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
-William Shakespeare
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Love is too young to know what conscience is.
-William Shakespeare
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-William Shakespeare
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Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
-William Shakespeare
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But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit
-William Shakespeare
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Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
-William Shakespeare
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She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
-William Shakespeare
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We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
-William Shakespeare
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O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love...
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet...
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II
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Loyalty
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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
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Madness
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O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad.
-William Shakespeare
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Mankind, Man
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What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!--and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delighteth not me...
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Manners
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Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.
-William Shakespeare
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Marriage
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The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
-William Shakespeare
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No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage.
-William Shakespeare
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To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
-William Shakespeare
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Maturity
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Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
-William Shakespeare
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Media
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Report me and my cause aright.
-William Shakespeare
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Medicine
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By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.
-William Shakespeare
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Memory
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, and weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, and moan the expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, and heavily from woe to woe tell over the sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses are restored and sorrows end.
-William Shakespeare
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Men
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He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
-William Shakespeare
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Men & Women
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He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
-William Shakespeare
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Mercy
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice...
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy...
-William Shakespeare, The Quality of Mercy is not Strain'd (edited)
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Military, the
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'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
-William Shakespeare
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Books by and about William Shakespeare