William Shakespeare Quotes
''What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Horatio, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 4, l. 69-74. Trying to persuade Hamlet not to follow his father's ghost, uncertain whether the spirit is good or evil; "deprive your sovereignty of reason" means make you lose control of your mind.
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,
And draw you into madness?''
''I know our country disposition well;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 202-4. Cynically suggesting Venetian women are all covert adulterers.
In Venice they do let God see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.''
''Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 4, sc. 1, l. 45. Unable to see a way out of being forced to marry Paris, she turns to Friar Lawrence.
''The game's afoot.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 3, sc. 1, l. 32-4 (1600). Closing words of Henry's rousing speech to his army at Harfleur.
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"''
''Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Lear (IV, vi). OHFP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none. I'll able 'em.
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And like a scurvy politician seem
To see the things thou dost not.''
''Speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Percy, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 3, l. 24-8. Everyone tried to adopt Hotspur's impetuous ("thick") way of speaking.
Became the accents of the valiant;
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse
To seem like him.''
''I pray thee, cease thy counsel,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 1, l. 3-5. Refusing his brother's attempt to comfort him.
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve.''
''Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 3, l. 49. To the doctor who cannot cure his wife's disease of the mind.
''You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Marullus, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 1, l. 35. To the working men who have forgotten Pompey and come out to greet Caesar.
''Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell:William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oberon, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 1, l. 165-8. Describing how the arrow ("bolt") of Cupid falls on the pansy, and stains it the color of blood.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound:
And maidens call it "love-in-idleness."''
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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 ...
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,