More Quotes by William Shakespeare
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!
We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.
Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Brevity is the soul of wit
You know who you are, but know not who you could be.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
For truth can never be confirmed enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.
