William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''He reads much,
    He is a great observer, and he looks
    Quite through the deeds of men.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Caesar, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 2, l. 202-3. On Cassius.
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  • ''I am armed,
    And dangers are to me indifferent.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassius, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 3, l. 114-5. "Indifferent" means immaterial.
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  • ''Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
    The memory be green.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudius, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2, l. 1-2. "Green" means fresh; he has been dead two months.
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  • ''Come leave your tears: a brief farewell. The beast
    With many heads butts me away.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Coriolanus, in Coriolanus, act 4, sc. 1, l. 1-2. Coriolanus bids his wife farewell as he goes from Rome, banished by the people (the "beast with many heads").
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  • ''If I can cross him any way, I bless myself every way.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Don John, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 3, l. 67-8. Referring to Claudio, whom he hates; "cross" means thwart, punning also on making the sign of the cross, so leading into "bless."
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  • ''I grow, I prosper:
    Now, gods, stand up for bastards!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edmund, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 2, l. 21-2.
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  • ''I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse;
    borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease
    is incurable.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 2, l. 236-8.
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  • ''Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
    To comfort thee, though thou art banishèd.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Friar Lawrence, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 3, l. 55-6. Seeking to comfort the banished Romeo.
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  • ''No exorciser harm thee.
    Nor no witchcraft charm thee.
    Ghost unlaid forbear thee.
    Nothing ill come near thee.
    Quiet consummation have,
    And renowned be thy grave.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Guiderius and Arviragus, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 2, l. 276-81. Last stanza of a song of mourning for Fidele (really Imogen in disguise) supposed dead.
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  • ''The satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards,
    that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber
    and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit,
    together with most weak hams.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 196-200. Mocking the aging Polonius by pretending to quote from a book he is reading.
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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 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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