William Shakespeare Soul Quotations

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul

Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

Say as you think and speak it from your souls.

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! -Posthumus Leonatus Act V, Scene V

Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if me my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.

Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.

O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.

Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away.

I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?

Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!

I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me.

Love all. Trust a few. Do wrong to none. This above all: to thine own self be true. No legacy is so rich as honesty. Brevity is the soul of wit

Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.

A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.

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.

The Eyes are the window to your soul