William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 4, sc. 1, l. 195-6. Loving Desdemona even as he plans to murder her.
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  • ''The god of this great vast, rebuke these surges,
    Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou that hast
    Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
    Having called them from the deep! O, still
    Thy deaf'ning dreadful thunders, gently quench
    Thy nimble sulphurous flashes!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pericles, in Pericles, act 3, sc. 1, l. 1-6. Pericles is imagined as on shipboard in a storm; "vast" = huge desolate sea (suggesting also "waste").
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  • '''Twere good you do so much for charity.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1, l. 261. Asking Shylock to allow a surgeon to be present.
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  • ''Be collected.
    No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
    There's no harm done.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 1, sc. 2, l. 13-5. The storm she witnessed was created by his magic.
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  • ''Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
    Was ever woman in this humor won?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 2, l. 227-8. Having successfully wooed the Lady Anne in presence of her father's corpse.
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  • ''I saw her hand, she has a leathern hand,
    A freestone-colored hand. I verily did think
    That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 3, l. 24-6. Making Phebe out to be ugly; freestone means sandstone.
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  • ''God defend me from that Welsh fairy,
    Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir John Falstaff, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act 5, sc. 5. Falstaff's reference to Sir Hugh Evans (disguised as a satyr) was based on the notion that the Welsh were great eaters of cheese.
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  • ''Lechery, lechery, still wars and lechery. Nothing else holds fashion.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Thersites, in Troilus and Cressida, act 5, sc. 2, l. 194-5. After watching Cressida making love to Diomedes.
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  • ''I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Touchstone, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 4, l. 89-94 (1623).
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  • ''Williams. I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
    King Henry. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be
    washed off the next tide.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Williams and King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 1, l. 96-8. "Estate" means state of affairs, condition; the disguised King can say what he really thinks.
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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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