William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit;
    All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edmund, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 2, l. 184. Everything that serves his purpose ("can fashion fit") is okay or justifiable ("meet").
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  • ''It is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking,
    that I am troubled withal.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 2, l. 121-2. Refusing to heed the warnings of the Chief Justice.
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  • ''The sweetest honey
    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
    And in the taste confounds the appetite.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Friar Lawrence, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 6, l. 11-3. Varying the proverb, "too much honey cloys the stomach," and hinting at the idea of love turning into hate.
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  • ''Winter tames man, woman, and beast.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Grumio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 4, sc. 1, l. 23-4.
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  • ''If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men
    know what monsters you make of them.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 1, l. 137-9. Caustic advice to Ophelia.
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  • ''The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
    Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
    Awake the god of day, and at his warning,
    Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
    Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies
    To his confine.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Horatio, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 150-5. Wandering ("extravagant") spirits return to where they came from in daylight.
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  • ''Nothing can or shall content my soul
    Till I am evened with him, wife for wife,
    Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
    At least into a jealousy so strong
    That judgment cannot cure.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 301-2. Imagining Othello has slept with his wife, Emilia.
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  • ''Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow
    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 184-5. Bidding farewell from her window to Romeo in the garden below.
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  • ''The fewer men, the greater share of honor.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 3, l. 22. In fighting against the French.
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  • ''Adultery?
    Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.
    The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly
    Does lecher in my sight.
    Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son
    Was kinder to his father than my daughters
    Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
    To 't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Lear (IV, vi). OHFP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Sonnet Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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