William Shakespeare Deed Quotations

Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme. . .

Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.

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

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Ke

It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.

Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

He that is proud eats up himself; pride in his glass, his trumpet, his chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise

Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

Words pay no debts, give her deeds.

A fellow by the hand of nature mark'd, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame.

You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.

For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love.