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Shakespeare quotes on truth37 As a decrepit father takes delight, To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth And when a woman woos, what woman's son, Source: THE SONNETS Thee have I not locked up in any chest, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, Within the gentle closure of my breast, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part, And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I, Than niggard truth would willingly impart So are those errors that in thee are seen, To truths translated, and for true things deemed 101 O truant Muse what shall be thy amends, For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty on my love depends Make answer Muse, wilt thou not haply say, 'Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed, Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue, On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest, My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are, At random from the truth vainly expressed Therefore Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL You should have said, sir, 'Before a knave th'art a knave'; that's 'Before me th'art a knave.' This had been truth, sir 'Five or six thousand horse' I said-I will say true- 'or thereabouts' set down, for I'll speak truth What of him? He's quoted for a most perfidious slave, With all the spots o' th' world tax'd and debauch'd, Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth Here's eight that must take hands To join in Hymen's bands, If truth holds true contents What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to o'erpeer Because that now it lies you on to speak To th' people, not by your own instruction, Nor by th' matter which your heart prompts you, But with such words that are but roted in Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables Of no allowance to your bosom's truth Assemble presently the people hither; And when they hear me say 'It shall be so I' th' right and strength o' th' commons' be it either For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, If I say fine, cry 'Fine!'- if death, cry 'Death!' Insisting on the old prerogative And power i' th' truth o' th' cause Go tell the lords o' th' city I am here; Deliver them this paper' having read it, Bid them repair to th' market-place, where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it [To IACHIMO] Sir, step you forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely, Or, by our greatness and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood A plague of all cowards! Let them speak, If they speak more or less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness I see a strange confession in thine eye; Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin To speak a truth A wassail candle, my lord- all tallow; if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth Fight valiantly to-day; And yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses; For pale they look with fear, as witnessing The truth on our side I do believe, Induc'd by potent circumstances, that You are mine enemy, and make my challenge You shall not be my judge; for it is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me- Which God's dew quench! Therefore I say again, I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more I hold my most malicious foe and think not At all a friend to truth The King is present; if it be known to him That I gainsay my deed, how may he wound, And worthily, my falsehood! Yea, as much As you have done my truth If your business Seek me out, and that way I am wife in, Out with it boldly; truth loves open dealing [Aside] To betray me.- My lords, I thank you both for your good wins; Ye speak like honest men-pray God ye prove so! But how to make ye suddenly an answer, In such a point of weight, so near mine honour, More near my life, I fear, with my weak wit, And to such men of gravity and learning, In truth I know not So much fairer And spotless shall mine innocence arise, When the King knows my truth Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find 'em truth Th' advantage of his absence took the King, And in the meantime sojourn'd at my father's; Where how he did prevail I shame to speak- But truth is truth He that dares approach, On him, on you, who not? I will maintain My truth and honour firmly [Reads] 'By heaven, that thou art fair is most infallible; true that thou art beauteous; truth itself that thou art lovely If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in truth than life I pull in resolution and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth Let me hear you speak farther; I have spirit to do anything that appears not foul in the truth of my spirit Give me your blessing; truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long; a man's son may, but in the end truth will out Yes; here I tender it for him in the court; Yea, twice the sum; if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart; If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know The superstitious idle-headed eld Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, This tale of Heme the Hunter for a truth Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; But wonder on, till truth make all things plain The conference was sadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes, And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire To burn the errors that these princes hold Against her maiden truth In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living shall come over it; for in most comely truth thou deservest it Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain; For they breathe truth that breathe their words -in pain Marry, God forbid! Worst in this royal presence may I speak, Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth Were they not mine? Did they not sometime cry 'All hail!' to me? So Judas did to Christ; but he, in twelve, Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But where, to say the truth, I do not know Alas! you know I am no vaunter, I; My scars can witness, dumb although they are, That my report is just and full of truth How were I then uplifted! but, alas, I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault! Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion, I with great truth catch mere simplicity; Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns, With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true Though I am satisfied, and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to th' minds of others such as he Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to th' truth Twenty-three days They have been absent; 'tis good speed; foretells The great Apollo suddenly will have The truth of this appear I'll reconcile me to Polixenes, New woo my queen, recall the good Camillo- Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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