William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
    And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep,
    That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,
    Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Percy, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 3, l. 56-9. Describing Hotspur's troubled state of mind as he plots a rebellion against the king.
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  • ''A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 1, l. 8-9. On a battle won with almost no loss of life.
  • ''I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
    Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
    That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 1, l. 62-4. On his way to murder Duncan.
  • ''The skies look grimly
    And threaten present blusters.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mariner, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 3, l. 3-4.
  • ''But we are spirits of another sort.
    I with the morning's love have oft made sport,
    And like a forester the groves may tread
    Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
    Opening on Neptune with fair blessèd beams,
    Turns unto yellow gold his salt green streams.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oberon, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 389-93. The fairies, being benign spirits, do not have to disappear with the dawn, but can greet the rising sun that changes the color of the sea (Neptune).
  • ''O curse of marriage,
    That we can call these delicate creatures ours
    And not their appetites!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3.
  • ''Time's the king of men;
    He's both their parent and he is their grave,
    And gives them what he will, not what they crave.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Pericles (II, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,
    In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
    I feel too much thy blessing; make it less,
    For fear I surfeit.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2, l. 111-4. Overjoyed on seeing Bassanio choose the right casket to win her; "scant" means moderate.
  • ''So may I, blind fortune leading me,
    Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
    And die with grieving.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince of Morocco, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 1, l. 36-8. Determined to take his chance in choosing among the caskets that will show whether he is to be Portia's husband; Fortune is proverbially blind.
  • ''O, 'tis a parlous boy,
    Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable.
    He is all the mother's, from the top to toe.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 1, l. 154-6. Describing Prince Edward; "parlous" = dangerously clever.

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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

All The World's A Stage

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,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...

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Sonnet Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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