William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;
    My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adriana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 4, sc. 2, l. 27-8. On her husband, who, she thinks, is making love to her sister; the lapwing proverbially cries most when far from the nest.
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  • ''The quick comedians
    Extemporally will stage us and present
    Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
    Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
    Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
    I' the posture of a whore.''
    William 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.
  • ''Fear no more the frown o' th' great,
    Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
    Care no more to clothe and eat,
    To thee the reed is as the oak.
    The sceptre, learning, physic, must
    All follow this and come to dust.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Arviragus, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 2, l. 264-9. Second stanza of song of mourning for Imogen, known as Fidele as a boy, supposed dead.
  • ''The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 3, l. 229-31 (1600). Justifying his change of heart about marriage.
  • ''Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 3, l. 255. To his servant Lucius.
  • ''He cannot buckle his distempered cause
    Within the belt of rule.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Caithness, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 2, l. 15-16. On Macbeth as unable to put his sick or chaotic ("distempered" may mean both) affairs in order.
  • '''Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
    When men are unprepared, and look not for it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Catesby, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 2, l. 62-3.
  • ''What if this cursed hand
    Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
    Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
    To wash it white as snow?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudius, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 3, l. 43-6. Claudius wishes he could be forgiven.
  • ''[holds her by the hand, silent] O mother, mother!
    What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
    The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
    They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
    You have won a happy victory to Rome;
    But, for your son, believe it—O, believe it—
    Most dangerously you have with him prevailed,
    If not most mortal to him.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Coriolanus, in Coriolanus, act 5, sc. 3, l. 182-9. The turning-point, when he agrees to spare Rome, knowing it may lead to his own ruin.
  • ''There's no true drop of blood in him to be truly touched with love; if he be sad, he wants money.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Don Pedro, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 2, l. 18-20. Unable to believe Benedick can fall in love; "wants" means is in need of, lacks.

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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

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 ...

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Sonnet Cviii

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

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