William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Helen. In love, i'faith, to the very tip of the nose.
    Paris. He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Helen and Paris, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 1, l. 127. They are talking about Pandarus; what Paris describes is lechery, not love.
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  • ''Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 3, l. 268-70. "Imposition" means what is attributed to someone by other people.
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  • ''The whining schoolboy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 7. Describing the second age of man.
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  • ''To face the garment of rebellion
    With some fine color that may please the eye
    Of fickle changelings and poor discontents.
    Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
    Of hurly-burly innovation.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 74-6. Rebels can always attract support; "face" means trim.
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  • ''For nothing can seem foul to those that win.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in King Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1.
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  • ''A little water clears us of this deed.
    How easy is it then!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 2, l. 64-5. Referring to the blood on their hands after the murder of Duncan.
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  • ''Now our joy,
    Although our last and least.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 1, l. 82-3. Addressing Cordelia, his youngest daughter.
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  • ''What man dare, I dare.
    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
    The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
    Shall never tremble. Or be alive again
    And dare me to the desert with thy sword.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Macbeth (III, iv). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
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  • ''Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malvolio, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 3, l. 91-2. Reprimanding Sir Toby and his companions for their rowdiness at night.
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  • ''The ancient saying is no heresy,
    Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Nerissa, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 9, l. 82-3. Proverbial, implying that men may easily be misled in their choice of a wife.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Sonnet Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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