William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
    And given my treasures and my rights of thee
    To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Percy, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 3, l. 46. Her husband, Hotspur, has not told her he is involved in plans for a rebellion against the king.
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  • ''How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 1, l. 27-9. On Claudio's uncle, who weeps for joy that his nephew is safe.
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  • ''What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 4, sc. 1, l. 117. Referring to the line of Banquo's descendants; "crack of doom" means the peal of thunder on judgment day.
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  • ''For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
    Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
    To stir men's blood. I only speak right on.
    I tell you that which you yourselves do know.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mark Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 2.
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  • ''Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oberon, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 1, l. 60. The first meeting between the King and Queen of Fairies.
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  • ''I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
    And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 118-9. Iago has convinced everyone of his honesty.
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  • ''Simonides. And she is fair too, is she not?
    Pericles. As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pericles, in Pericles, act 2, sc. 5, l. 36. Commenting on Thaisa, the daughter of Simonides.
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  • ''How many things by season seasoned are
    To their right praise and true perfection!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 5, sc. 1, l. 107-8. "By season" means by fit occasion, playing on the notion of seasoning.
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  • ''"Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves."
    And well said too; for who shall go about
    To cozen fortune, and be honorable
    Without the stamp of merit?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince of Morocco, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 9, l. 36-9. Looking at the silver casket in the hope that he will cheat ("cozen") fortune because he has the seal of approval ("stamp of merit") in being an aristocrat.
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  • ''Look what is done cannot be now amended:
    Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
    Which after-hours gives leisure to repent.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 4, sc. 4, l. 291-3. Trying to excuse his murder of Queen Elizabeth's relatives; proverbial (what's done cannot be undone).
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

Fear No More

Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy ...

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Sonnet Lxxvii

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

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