William Shakespeare Long Quotations

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

I say, without characters, fame lives long.

You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. In following him I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so for my peculiar end. For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, ’tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. I am not what I am

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

Honor, riches, marriage-blessing Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you!

O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial's point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

This is the short and the long of it.

Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor wi

My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.

Why, universal plodding poisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries, As motion and long-during action tires The sinewy vigor of the traveller.

In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?

I have been long a sleeper; but I trust My absence doth neglect no great design Which by my presence might have been concluded.

Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?

Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.

Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!

How long a time lies in one little word?

I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

As merry as the day is long.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!

Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time flies Cap and knee slaves, vapors, and minute jacks.

How slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a stepdame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue.

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.