William Shakespeare Quotes
''But soft, behold! lo where it comes again!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Horatio, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 126-7. Seeing the ghost of Hamlet's father again; "cross" means confront, and perhaps make the sign of the cross; "blast" means wither or destroy.
I'll cross it though it blast me. Stay, illusion!''
''Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 326-9. "Conceits" means fancies; mines of sulphur were associated with the area around Sicily and the ever-burning volcano, Mount Etna.
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
But with a little act upon the blood
Burn like the mines of sulphur.''
''What's in a name? That which we call a roseWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 43-4. On loving Romeo, a Montague, and an enemy.
By any other name would smell as sweet.''
''More will I do,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 1, l. 302-5. Nothing he can do in penitence for his past sins is any use, because ("since that") he still has to seek pardon.
Though all that I can do is nothing worth,
Since that my penitence comes after all,
''O you mighty gods!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.
This world I do renounce, and in your sights
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathed part of nature should
Burn itself out.''
''He was indeed the glassWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Percy, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 3, l. 21-2. Glass means mirror; everyone imitated the fashion of Hotspur.
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.''
''Tenderly apply to herWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leontes, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 2, l. 152-3. Anxious as Hermione passes out; "for life" means to restore her to life.
Some remedies for life.''
''This even-handed justiceWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 7, l. 10-12 (1623). Part of Macbeth's soliloquy on his forthcoming murder of Duncan and its consequences.
Commends th'ingredience of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.''
''He who the sword of heaven will bearWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Measure for Measure (III, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More nor less to others paying
Than by self-offenses weighing.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!''
''I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oberon, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 1, l. 249-54. Describing the nighttime bower of the Queen of the Fairies; the flowers include scented wild roses and sweet briar (eglantine), and all grow wild in the English countryside.
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.''
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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 ...
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case