Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, like an angry ape, play such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Anger Quotes

A very honest woman but something given to lie

A very honest woman but something given to lie

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue

We cannot all be masters

We cannot all be masters

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the...

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops...

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops...

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he...

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he...

It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.

It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.

Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.

The more I give to thee, the more I have.

The more I give to thee, the more I have.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling...

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

Now is the winter of our discontent.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.