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\"Shakespeare<\/a>
William Shakespeare Short quotes dictionary<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Shakespeare quotes dictionary, William Shakespeare aphoristic short quotes dictionary (part 2), from Faults to Worshippers by the author Carl William Brown for the World of English. N.B.<\/strong> This is a short excerpt from William Shakespeare Aphoristic Dictionary<\/a> with essays edited by Carl William Brown, a great book of 600 pages. It includes 8 essays, with hundreds of quotes, a rich preface to explain Shakespeare, his work, his talent and his time; 200 opinions and value judgments on Shakespeare by great authors and scholars; 562 entry words with more than 3,000 aphorisms; 90 famous texts and soliloquies of Shakespeare, extrapolated from the entire corpus of the Bard and a detailed commented biography. As a matter of fact we have, a dedication, a preface, an introduction, the following essays; aphoristic wisdom, Shakespeare time, Shakespeare greatness, Shakespeare reputation, English Renaissance, Shakespeare identity, Shakespeare sources; then we have the Aphoristic dictionary and Shakespeare famous texts, a conclusion text, plus the bibliography, the list of entry words and the Index of contents.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

He is of no age, nor any religion or party or profession. His works come out of the unfathomable depths of his mind.<\/span>
\nSamuel Taylor Coleridge<\/span><\/p>\n

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.<\/span>
\nCharles Lamb<\/span><\/p>\n

Since Shakespeare had a feel for revolutionary rhetoric, let\u2019s all shout: \u201cPeace, justice and freedom!\u201d<\/span>
\nCarl William Brown<\/span><\/p>\n

And one wild Shakespeare, following Nature\u2019s lights, Is worth whole planets, filled with Stagyrites.<\/span>
\nThomas More<\/span><\/p>\n

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.<\/span>
\nWilliam Shakespeare<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00c8\u00a0vero, \u00e8 vero senza errore, \u00e8 certo \u00e8 verissimo: ci\u00f2 che \u00e8 in alto \u00e8 come ci\u00f2 che \u00e8 in basso, e ci\u00f2 che \u00e8 in basso \u00e8 come ci\u00f2 che \u00e8 in alto, per fare il miracolo della cosa unica.<\/span>
\nErmete Trismegisto<\/span><\/p>\n

William Shakespeare short aphoristic dictionary (part 1) by Carl William Brown<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Faults<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Men’s faults to themselves seldom appear.<\/span><\/p>\n

They say men are molded out of faults, and for the most, become much more the better; for being a little bad. [Measure For Measure]<\/span><\/p>\n

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Favors<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fear<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fearless minds climb soonest into crowns.<\/span><\/p>\n

In time we hate that which we often fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.<\/span>
\nWilliam Shakespeare<\/span><\/p>\n

The best safety lies in fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Flattery<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

He that loves to be flattered is worthy of the flatterer.<\/span><\/p>\n

I will praise any man that will praise me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fools and Foolishness<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.<\/span><\/p>\n

The fool thinks himself to be wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.<\/span><\/p>\n

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lord, what fools these mortals be.<\/span><\/p>\n

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.<\/span><\/p>\n

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i’ th’ forest, A motley fool. A miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask’d him in the sun, And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms- and yet a motley fool.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer That fools should be so deep contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fortune<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound by shallows and in misery. [Julius Caesar]<\/span><\/p>\n

Free Will<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

We defy augury. There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ‘Tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.<\/span><\/p>\n

I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free…<\/span><\/p>\n

Friends and Friendship<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, but do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched unfledged comrade.<\/span><\/p>\n

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.<\/span><\/p>\n

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.<\/span><\/p>\n

A friend should bear a friend’s infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.<\/span><\/p>\n

Futility<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.<\/span><\/p>\n

Future<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gifts<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Glory<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, and from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Goodness<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.<\/span><\/p>\n

Good and Evil<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gratitude<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I hate ingratitude more in a person; than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or, any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

He receives comfort like cold porridge.<\/span><\/p>\n

The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, That it\u2019s had it head bit off by it young.<\/span><\/p>\n

Greatness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.<\/span><\/p>\n

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.<\/span><\/p>\n

In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness ;thrust upon em.<\/span><\/p>\n

He is not great who is not greatly good.<\/span><\/p>\n

Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Grief<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Patch grief with proverbs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Guilt<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ignorance<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There is no darkness, but ignorance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Idols<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

‘Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.<\/span><\/p>\n

Idiots<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Habit<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

How use doth breed a habit in man!<\/span><\/p>\n

Happiness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I had rather have a fool make me merry, than experience make me sad.<\/span><\/p>\n

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hate<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor… If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart… If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hatred<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.<\/span><\/p>\n

Heart<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted.
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\"Globe
Globe Theatre London<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Home<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

People usually are the happiest at home.<\/span><\/p>\n

History and Historians<\/span><\/p>\n

There is a history in all men’s lives.<\/span><\/p>\n

Heroes and Heroism<\/span><\/p>\n

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Honesty<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Honor<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Why should honor outlive honestly?
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Hope<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hospitality<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

We’ll teach you to drink deep ere (before) you depart (leave).<\/span><\/p>\n

Hour<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

‘Good morrow, fool,’ quoth I; ‘No, sir,’ quoth he, ‘Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.’ And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, ‘It is ten o’clock; Thus we may see,’ quoth he, ‘how the world wags; ‘Tis but an hour ago since it was nine; And after one hour more ‘twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer That fools should be so deep contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Humankind<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, 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!<\/span><\/p>\n

Human Nature<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer’s hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Husband<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nay, how will you do for a husband? Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Then you’ll buy ‘em to sell again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Immortality<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.<\/span><\/p>\n

Importance<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Much Ado About Nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Infatuation<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.<\/span><\/p>\n

Inheritance<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

No legacy is so rich as honestly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Insanity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Though this be madness, yet there is method in it. [Hamlet]<\/span><\/p>\n

Insomnia<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

O sleep, O gentle sleep, nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness?<\/span><\/p>\n

Intelligence and Intellectuals<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Jealousy<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jokes and Jokers<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.<\/span><\/p>\n

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your jibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?<\/span><\/p>\n

Judgment and Judges<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

My salad days, when I was green in judgment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Juries<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life, may have in the sworn twelve a thief or two guiltier than him they try.<\/span><\/p>\n

Justice<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Time is the justice that examines all offenders. [As You Like It]<\/span><\/p>\n

Kisses and Kissing<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Knowledge<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Own more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Language<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

It was Greek to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Laughter<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Present mirth hath present laughter. What’s to come is still unsure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.<\/span><\/p>\n

Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow! But it means that they have the ability to deal with it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Law and Lawyers<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The first thing we do, lets kill the lawyers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Liars and swearers<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Libraries<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

My library was dukedom large enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

Life and Death<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.<\/span><\/p>\n

Life and Living<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Simply the thing I am shall make me live.<\/span><\/p>\n

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

Life\u2026 It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Listening<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Give every man your ear, but few thy voice. Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Losers and Losing<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.<\/span><\/p>\n

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit<\/span><\/p>\n

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.<\/span><\/p>\n

To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is too young to know what conscience is.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lovers<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Loyalty<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lust<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Madness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Madness, sir, walks around the world like the sun, and there is no place where it doesn’t shine.
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper. I would not be mad.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"William
William Shakespeare genial aphorisms<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Man<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

For to be wise and love exceeds man’s might.<\/span><\/p>\n

Manners<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marriage<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maturity<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Medicine<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.<\/span><\/p>\n

The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Media<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Report me and my cause aright.<\/span><\/p>\n

Melancholy<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Men and Women
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Memory<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mind<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

‘Tis the mind that makes the body rich.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.<\/span><\/p>\n

Misers and Misery<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.<\/span><\/p>\n

Misfortunes<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity.<\/span><\/p>\n

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on.<\/span><\/p>\n

Modesty<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Modern and Modernism<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

For we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.<\/span><\/p>\n

Money<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moralists<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?<\/span><\/p>\n

Music<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.<\/span><\/p>\n

If music be the food of love; play on.<\/span><\/p>\n

Is it not strange that sheep’s guts should hale souls out of men’s bodies?<\/span><\/p>\n

Murder<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?<\/span><\/p>\n

Names<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Necessity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nature must obey necessity. [Julius Caesar]<\/span><\/p>\n

Negotiation<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

We were not born to sue, but to command.<\/span><\/p>\n

Night<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!<\/span><\/p>\n

Nostalgia<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Remembrance of things past.<\/span><\/p>\n

Obedience<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Every good servant does not all commands.<\/span><\/p>\n

Obesity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.<\/span><\/p>\n

Opportunity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!<\/span><\/p>\n

Pain<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Pain pays the income of each precious thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish.<\/span><\/p>\n

Past<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What is past is prologue.<\/span><\/p>\n

We have seen better days.<\/span><\/p>\n

Things without remedy, should be without regard; what is done, is done.<\/span><\/p>\n

Patience<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.<\/span><\/p>\n

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

How poor are they that have not patience. What wound did ever heal but by degrees?<\/span><\/p>\n

Who can be patient in extremes? [Henry Vi]<\/span><\/p>\n

Peace<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.<\/span><\/p>\n

Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war\u2019s a destroyer of men.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perfection<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perseverance<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.<\/span><\/p>\n

Philosophers and Philosophy<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.<\/span><\/p>\n

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophies.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Soft pity enters an iron gate.<\/span><\/p>\n

Plays<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.<\/span><\/p>\n

Police<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch, therefore bear you the lantern.<\/span><\/p>\n

Possibilities<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite<\/span><\/p>\n

Pollution<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.<\/span><\/p>\n

Politicians and Politics<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who never loved them.<\/span><\/p>\n

A politician is one that would circumvent God.<\/span><\/p>\n

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.<\/span><\/p>\n

Politics<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows.<\/span><\/p>\n

This might be the pate of a politician,… one that would circumvent God.<\/span><\/p>\n

How can tyrants safely govern home, unless abroad they purchase great alliance?<\/span><\/p>\n

Potential<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Lord we may know what we are, but know not what we may be.<\/span><\/p>\n

For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.<\/span><\/p>\n

Poverty and The Poor<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!<\/span><\/p>\n

Power<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.<\/span><\/p>\n

Proverbs<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The proverb is something musty.<\/span><\/p>\n

Purpose<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.<\/span><\/p>\n

Purpose<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Every why has a wherefore.<\/span><\/p>\n

Punishment<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Punctuality<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.<\/span><\/p>\n

Publicity<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.<\/span><\/p>\n

Psychiatry<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the fraught bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Prophecy<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Beware of the ides of March.<\/span><\/p>\n

Procreation<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

He plough’d her, and she cropp’d.<\/span><\/p>\n

Procrastination<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

In delay there lies no plenty.<\/span><\/p>\n

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pride<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he’s most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.<\/span><\/p>\n

Preachers and Preaching<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own.<\/span><\/p>\n

Prayer<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Bow, stubborn knees!<\/span><\/p>\n

Praise<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There’s not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Profession<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

There is a boundless theft in limited professions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Promise<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

It is not the many oaths that amkes the truth, but the plain single vow that is vowed true.<\/span><\/p>\n

Public<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The body be a horse whereon the governor ride.<\/span><\/p>\n

The fool multitude that choose by show.<\/span><\/p>\n

Punishment<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Where the offence is, let the great ax fall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Put him to execution; for discipline ought to be used.<\/span><\/p>\n

It is an heretic that makes the fire, not she which burns in it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Questions<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them, end them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quarrels<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The course of true love never did run smooth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Remembrance<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Let us not burthen our remembrance with a heaviness that’s gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Resolution<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Who is so firm that can’t be seduced?<\/span><\/p>\n

For I am full of spirit and resolve to meet all perils very constantly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Reputation<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha lost my reputation, I ha lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!<\/span><\/p>\n

Regret<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Let’s not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that’s gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Reason<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason, to fast in us unused.<\/span><\/p>\n

Strong reasons make strong actions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Results<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nothing will come of nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Retirement<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter’s rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

Revenge<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.<\/span><\/p>\n

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?<\/span><\/p>\n

Riches<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!<\/span><\/p>\n

Risk<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.<\/span><\/p>\n

Virtue is bold and goodness never fearful.<\/span><\/p>\n

Royalty<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ruin<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

O, that I were as great as is my grief, or lesser than my name! Or that I could forget what I have been! Or not remember what I must be now!<\/span><\/p>\n

Sadness<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I consider the world for what it is, Graziano: a stage where everyone has to play a part, and mine is a sad one.<\/span><\/p>\n

Men are always cheerful when the bad<\/span><\/span> luck is about to strike them, but sadness is the prelude to happy<\/span><\/span> events.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And your experience makes you sad.<\/span><\/span> I prefer one<\/span><\/span> mad that makes me happy to an experience that makes me<\/span><\/span> sad – and you also wasted the effort of the<\/span><\/span> travel!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Security<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Security is the chief enemy of mortals.<\/span><\/p>\n

Seduction<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.<\/span><\/p>\n

Self-control<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

O, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.<\/span><\/p>\n

Self-love<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Self-love, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Self-respect<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Self-talk<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.<\/span><\/p>\n

Silence<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sin<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.<\/span><\/p>\n

I am a man more sinned against than sinning.<\/span><\/p>\n

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Slander<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.<\/span><\/p>\n

Smells<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.<\/span><\/p>\n

Smile<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A smile cures the wounding of a frown.<\/span><\/p>\n

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
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Sorrow<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Spring<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.<\/span><\/p>\n

Strangers<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I do desire we may be better strangers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Strength<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

How excellent it is to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use like a giant.<\/span><\/p>\n

Style<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I do not much dislike the matter, but the manner of his speech.<\/span><\/p>\n

Success<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suicide<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?<\/span><\/p>\n

Suspicion<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Swearing<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.<\/span><\/p>\n

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?<\/span><\/p>\n

Tact and Tactfulness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tale<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, and then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; and thereby hangs a tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

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 tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!<\/span><\/p>\n

A sad tale’s best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.<\/span><\/p>\n

Talkativeness<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A good old man, sir. He will be talking. As they say, when the age is in, the wit is out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Temptation<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!<\/span><\/p>\n

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth good us on to sin to loving virtue.<\/span><\/p>\n

Theatre<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Totus mundus agit histrionem. All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thoughts and Thinking<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Thought is free.<\/span><\/p>\n

There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Make not your thoughts you prisons.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thought<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Flout ‘em and coun ‘em and scout ‘em and flout ‘em; thought is free.<\/span><\/p>\n

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find they are inclin’d to do so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Time and Time Management<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

O, call back yesterday, bid time return.<\/span><\/p>\n

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.<\/span><\/p>\n

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, and then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; and thereby hangs a tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

Time is very slow for those who wait; very fast for those who are scared; very long for those who lament; very short for those who celebrate; but for those who love, time is eternal.<\/span><\/p>\n

Traitor<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

What is a traitor? Why, one that swears and lies. Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.<\/span><\/p>\n

Trust<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Love all, but trust a few.<\/span><\/p>\n

Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.<\/span><\/p>\n

Truth<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

While you live tell the truth and shame the devil.<\/span><\/p>\n

Travel and Tourism<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Journeys end in lovers meeting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unemployment<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.<\/span><\/p>\n

Valor<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

When valor preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.<\/span><\/p>\n

Vanity<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.<\/span><\/p>\n

Virtue<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Men’s evil manners live in brass, their virtues we write in water.<\/span><\/p>\n

Assume a virtue if you have it not.<\/span><\/p>\n

Visualization<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.<\/span><\/p>\n

Vow<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

‘Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow’d true.<\/span><\/p>\n

Men’s vows are women’s traitors!<\/span><\/p>\n

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.<\/span><\/p>\n

War<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.<\/span><\/p>\n

Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it’s spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war’s a destroyer of men.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cry ”havoc!” and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.<\/span><\/p>\n

Waste<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.<\/span><\/p>\n

Welfare<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.<\/span><\/p>\n

Will and Will Power<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our bodies are our gardens… our wills are our gardeners.<\/span><\/p>\n

Winners and Winning<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wisdom<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

To be wise and love exceeds man’s might.<\/span><\/p>\n

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.<\/span><\/p>\n

Have more than you showest, speak less than you knowest, lend less than thou owest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender’s book, and defy the foul friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wit<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Brevity is the soul of wit.<\/span><\/p>\n

How every fool can play upon the words!<\/span><\/p>\n

He’s winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.<\/span><\/p>\n

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wives<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Words<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.<\/span><\/p>\n

World<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.<\/span><\/p>\n

Worry<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.<\/span><\/p>\n

Worshippers<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Idol of idiot-worshippers!<\/span><\/p>\n

Wrong<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.<\/span><\/p>\n

Youth<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?<\/span><\/p>\n

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.<\/span><\/p>\n

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William Shakespeare short aphoristic dictionary (part 1) by Carl William Brown<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

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