Brilliant Advice for You from Shakespeare
From Henry V
All things are ready if our minds be so.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.
This above all: to thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
From Julius Caesar
There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
From Romeo and Juliet
Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee The more I have, for both are infinite.
From As You Like It
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind as man’s ingratitude.
From Measure for Measure
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place And we’ll not fail.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
From King Lear: To willful men, The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters.
From Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
From Othello: Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing; ’Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
From Antony and Cleopatra: To business that we love we rise betime, And go to’t with delight.
From The Merchant of Venice: The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
All’s Well That Ends Well: Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.