William Shakespeare Long Quotations

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!

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

This is the short and the long of it.

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!

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

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

Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!

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

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

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

As merry as the day is long.

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

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

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

How long a time lies in one little word?

I say, without characters, fame lives long.

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.

O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

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

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

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

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.

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

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

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.*

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.