William Shakespeare Quotes
''I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,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.
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.''
''Cassius. Must I endure all this?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.
Brutus. All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break.''
''The weariest and most loathèd worldly life,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudio, in Measure for Measure, act 3, sc. 1.
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise,
To what we fear of death.''
''His biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldomWilliam 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.
or never recover.''
''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 dayalack the dayWilliam 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.
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air.''
''Well, 'tis no matter, honor pricks me on. Yea, but how ifWilliam 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.
honor prick me off when I come on? how then?''
''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,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?"
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.''
''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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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 ...
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