William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself!
    I'll not believe't.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 278-9. On seeing Desdemona approaching him.
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  • ''A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
    No light, no fire: th' unfriendly elements
    Forgot thee utterly.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pericles, in Pericles, act 3, sc. 1, l. 56-8. He supposes Thaisa is dead, after giving birth to his daughter in a storm at sea.
  • ''In companions
    That do converse and waste the time together,
    Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
    There must be needs a like proportion
    Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 4, l. 11-5. Arguing that Bassanio and his friend Antonio, who spend ("waste") so much time together, must be alike.
  • ''Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself, and frees all faults.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, epilogue, l. 13-8. Addressing the audience, having abandoned his role as magician.
  • ''Murder her brothers and then marry her—
    Uncertain way of gain, but I am in
    So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 4, sc. 2, l. 62-4.
  • ''We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
    As many other mannish cowards have
    That do outface it with their semblances.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 3, l. 118-22. Proposing a swashbuckling disguise as a fighting man.
  • ''Holofernes. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd as it were, too peregrinate as I may call it.
    Sir Nathaniel. A most singular and choice epithet.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Nathaniel and Holofernes, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 1, l. 12-15. Speaking of Armado; "picked" = fastidious; "peregrinate" = outlandish.
  • ''Theseus. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
    Hippolyta. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
    Theseus. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus and Hippolyta, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 211-6. Watching "Pyramus and Thisbe" as staged by Bottom, Quince, and their crew.
  • ''No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.
    In brief, sir, study what you most affect.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Tranio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 1, sc. 1, l. 39-40. Advising his master Lucentio; "affect" = find pleasing.
  • ''When icicles hang by the wall,
    And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
    And Tom bears logs into the hall,
    And milk comes frozen home in pail;
    When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,
    Then nightly sings the staring owl:
    Tu-whit, tu-whoo!—
    A merry note,
    While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Winter, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 2, l. 912-20. The first stanza of the song of Winter at the end of the play; the refrain ends in merriment in spite of winter.

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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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