William Shakespeare Quotes
''I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so manyWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 347-50. She is disguised as a boy, and mocks her own sex in speaking to Orlando.
giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex
''We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir John Falstaff, in Henry IV pt. 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 211 (1600). Referring to the youthful antics of Falstaff and Justice Shallow. Chimes at Midnight was the title of Orson Welles's 1966 film based on Shakespeare's portrayal of Falstaff, with Welles himself in the central role.
''Old Nestorwhose wit was mouldy ere your grandsires had nails on their toes.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Thersites, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 1, l. 104-6. "Wit" = intelligence; Nestor is the oldest of the Greek generals; Thersites is speaking to Achilles and Ajax.
''Thus men may grow wiser every day.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Touchstone, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 2, l. 137. On hearing the destruction of three young men by a wrestler described as sport for ladies; Touchstone is being ironic.
''When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Whne to the sessions of sweet silent thought (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow.
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone.
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.''
''In my youth I never did applyWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adam, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 3, l. 48-9. Adam's recipe for a healthy old age.
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.''
''Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antonio, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 4, l. 369-70. Those who are beautiful on the outside but evil within are like vacant bodies or chests covered over with ornament.
Are empty trunks o'erflourished by the devil.''
''Remember I have done thee worthy service,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ariel, in The Tempest, act 1, sc. 2, l. 247-9. Prospero's "airy spirit" reminds Prospero of the service he has given.
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings.''
''Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of blind Cupid.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 1, l. 250-4. sighing was thought to dry up the blood, and drinking wine to produce new blood; Benedick scorns the very idea of love by associating it with sentimental ballads and the brothel-house. Cupid was often depicted with blindfold eyes, since his arrows were shot at random.
''You are my true and honorable wife,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 288-90. To Portia.
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.''
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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 ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain