William Shakespeare Men Quotations [Page 2]

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

Let no such man be trusted.

O that a lady, of one man refused, Should of another therefore be abused!

What wouldst thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak When power to flattery bows?

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once That makes ingrateful man!

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.

I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Honor's thought Reigns solely in the breast of every man.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I'll do't.

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.

Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.

There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

Time is the king of men.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.

Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.

What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish!

When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.

I am not in the roll of common men.

Preposterous ass, that never read so far to know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, after his studies or his usual pain?

Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.

I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.

I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.

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

France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.

Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.

Great men should drink with harness on their throats.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men.

You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honored or begets him hate; For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?

There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish.

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.

O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.

What many men desire--that 'many' may be meant By the fool multitude that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach, Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

Do all men kill the things they do not love?

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.

So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps.

Though men can cover crimes with bold, stern looks, poor women's faces are their own faults' books.

All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.

Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man.

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect.

My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.

Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.

I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.

The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.

What a piece of work is a man

There is a tide in the affairs of men

The man that hath no music in himself

Men from children nothing differ.

O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.

Such antics do not amount to a man.

Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and thenthere is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks.

Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.

You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.

It is not vain glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

The soul of this man is his clothes.