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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A Fairy Song
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;