William Shakespeare Quotes
''But, alas, to make meWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 4, sc. 2, l. 54-6. Imagining everyone will always point him out as a cuckold.
A fixèd figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!''
''Yet thou dost lookWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pericles, in Pericles, act 5, sc. 1, l. 137-9. On the sufferings of Marina; "smiling extremity out of act" = making extreme calamities seem as if they never happened.
Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act.''
''When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 2, l. 88-9. Describing her German suitor, who is often drunk.
''Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feelingWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 5, sc. 1, l. 21-4. To Ariel, who has encouraged Prospero to have pity on his enemies.
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?''
''Plead what I will be, not what I have been;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 4, sc. 4, l. 414-5. Begging Queen Elizabeth to plead on his behalf with her daughter for her hand in marriage.
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve.''
''I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women (as IWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, epilogue, l. 14-7.
perceive by your simpering, none of you hates them), that
between you and the women the play may please.''
''Men judge by the complexion of the skyWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Stephen Scroop, in Richard II, act 3, sc. 2, l. 194-5. His gloomy looks match the bad news he brings.
The state and inclination of the day.''
''No doubt they rose up early to observeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 132-3. May Day festivities in England involved going to the woods to gather flowers and bringing them, as symbolic of new life, into towns and villages (the play is nominally set in Greece).
The rite of May.''
''Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. And another storm brewing, I hear it sing i' the wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Trinculo, in The Tempest, act 2, sc. 2, l. 18-24. A "bombard" was a large leather container for liquor.
''Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Wolsey, in Henry VIII, act 4, sc. 1, l. 440-2. Lucifer's sin is usually called pride, but he was ambitious too: "I will exalt my throne above the stars of God" (Isaiah, 14.13).
By that sin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his maker, hope to win by it?''
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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