William Shakespeare Quotes
''Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adriana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 2, sc. 2, l. 174-6. The image of the vine embracing the elm is proverbial.
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Makes me with thy strength to communicate.''
''His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared armWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Antony and Cleopatra (V, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Crested the world; his voice was propertied
As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't; an autumn it was
That grew the more by reaping. His delights
Were dolphinlike; they showed his back above
The element they lived in. In his livery
Walked crowns and crownets; realms and islands were
As plates dropped from his pocket.''
''Security gives way to conspiracy.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Artemidorus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 3, l. 7-8. The soothsayer's message, but Caesar is too busy to look at it.
''One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 3, l. 26-30. Rejecting the idea of loving a woman.
''Let our hearts, as subtle masters do,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 175-80. "Servants" means bodily agents; "envious" means malicious; he is trying to make the murder of Caesar look like a sacrifice.
Stir up their servants to an act of rage
And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make
Our purpose necessary, and not envious;
Which so appearing to the common eyes,
We shall be called purgers, not murderers.''
''Such men as he be never at heart's easeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Caesar, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 2, l. 208-10. Referring to Cassius.
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.''
''He is superstitious grown of late,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassius, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 195-7. Claiming that Caesar has changed his basic opinion about things imagined ("fantasy"), dreams, and divination based on ceremonial rites.
Quite from the main opinion he held once
Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.''
''Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudius, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2, l. 101-6. Trying to persuade Hamlet against persisting in mourning for his father's death; "first corse" means first corpse, Abel, murdered by his brother Cain (Genesis 4).
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died today,
"This must be so."''
''Custom calls me to't.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Coriolanus, in Coriolanus, act 2, sc. 3, l. 117-21. Coriolanus hates following the custom that requires him to solicit votes from the citizens of Rome for election as consul; if we obey custom, he says ("should we do't"), nothing would ever change.
What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heaped
For truth to o'erpeer.''
''Thou wilt be like a lover presentlyWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Don Pedro, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 1, l. 306-7. To Claudio, who waxes lyrical in praise of Hero, the woman he wants to marry.
And tire the hearer with a book of words.''
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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