William Shakespeare Quotes
''Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of IrishWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 2, l. 109-10. Dogs or wolves barking at the moon offered a proverbial image of ineffectual outcry. She is calling on the lovers to stop complaining.
wolves against the moon.''
''Sir Toby Belch. Does not our life consist of the four elements?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew Aguecheek, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 3, l. 9-14. All matter was thought to be composed of the four elements. Earth, water, air, and fire.
Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.
Sir Toby Belch. Thou'rt a scholar; therefore let us eat and drink.''
''The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 12-7. These lines might be Shakespeare's own comment on creating the fairy world of this play.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.''
''I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Trinculo, in The Tempest, act 2, sc. 2, l. 40-1. Taking cover under Caliban's cloak.
''How much methinks, I could despise this man,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Wolsey, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 2, l. 297-8. Speaking of the Earl of Surrey.
But that I am bound in charity against it.''
''Hath homely age th' alluring beauty tookWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adriana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 2, sc. 1, l. 89-93. On her absent husband; "wasted" means squandered and laid waste to.
From my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it.
Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marred,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard.''
''I am dying, Egypt, dying.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 4, sc. 15, l. 18 and 41. Antony's only reference to Cleopatra's title as Queen of Egypt.
''With fairest flowersWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Arviragus, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 2, l. 218-24. Imogen, called Fidele in her disguise as a youth, appears dead.
Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azured harebell, like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Outsweetened not thy breath.''
''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. Justifying his change of heart about marriage.
''Think him as a serpent's egg,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 32-4. The snake (Caesar) will behave according to its nature ("as his kind").
Which, hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous,
And kill him in the shell.''
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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 ...
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;