William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,
    Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
    Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
    Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks
    Are at my service like enforced smiles,
    And both are ready in their offices
    At any time to grace my stratagems.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Buckingham, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 5, l. 5-11. "Intending" = pretending; Buckingham is putting his ability to act a part at the service of Richard.
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  • ''Cassius. Must I endure all this?
    Brutus. All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassius and Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 3, l. 41-2. Brutus has accused Cassius of being corrupt.
  • ''The weariest and most loathèd worldly life,
    That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
    Can lay on nature is a paradise,
    To what we fear of death.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudio, in Measure for Measure, act 3, sc. 1.
  • ''His biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldom
    or never recover.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Clown, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 5, sc. 2, l. 246-8. Referring to the asp or snake he brings to Cleopatra.
  • ''Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth, and I praise God for you.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dogberry, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 1, l. 315-6. To old Leonato; Dogberry is comically muddled as ever.
  • ''On a day—alack the day—
    Love, whose month is ever May,
    Spied a blossom passing fair
    Playing in the wanton air.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dumaine, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 4, sc. 3, l. 99-102. Expressing his love for Katherine.
  • ''Well, 'tis no matter, honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if
    honor prick me off when I come on? how then?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 129-31. Quibbling on meanings of "honor" means moral obligation and fame; and "prick" means spur on and mark down as dead.
  • ''There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Fool, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 2, l. 35-6.
  • ''Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter,
    Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
    Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,
    No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor;
    As much as child e'er loved, or father found,
    A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Goneril, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 1, l. 55-60. responding to her father's demand of his daughters, "Which of you shall we say doth love us most?"
  • ''O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious, periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. It out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2, l. 8-14 (1604). Directing the players how to perform the speech he has inserted in the play to be presented before Claudius.

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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

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 ...

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Sonnet Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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