William Shakespeare Quotes
''In the most high and palmy state of Rome,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Horatio, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 113-6. The apparition of the dead King Hamlet suggests some impending calamity, like portents before the assassination of Julius Caesar.
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.''
''If thou survive my well-contented dayWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. If thou survive my well-contented day (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover;
Compare them with the bettering of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Oh, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought
\'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:
But since he died, and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'''
''All my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 147-8. Offering to marry Romeo.
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.''
''A good soft pillow for that good white headWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 1, l. 14-5. Addressing the old soldier Erpingham.
Were better than a churlish turf of France.''
''Have more than thou showest,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Lear (I, iv). OHFP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest;
Leave thy drink and thy whore,
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score.''
''Then join you with them like a rib of steel,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Percy, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 3, l. 54-5.
To make strength stronger.''
''Is whispering nothing?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leontes, in The Winter's Tale, act 1, sc. 2, l. 284-8. Evidence to him that his wife's chastity ("honesty") is suspect; "career" means full gallop.
Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? Stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh?a note infallible
Of breaking honesty.''
''Pity, like a naked, new-born babeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 7, l. 21-5. In Psalm 18:10 (Book of Common Prayer), God "rode upon the cherubins and did fly; he came flying upon the wings of the wind"; "sightless" means invisible.
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubins, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.''
''His nature is too noble for the world;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Menenius, in Coriolanus, act 3, sc. 1, l. 254-6. On Coriolanus, praising him for being inflexible.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder.''
''I do not much dislike the matter, butWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Octavius Caesar, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 2.
The manner of his speech.''
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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 ...
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,