William Shakespeare Quotes
''Your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, yourWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 378-81. How the melancholy lover should look.
sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything about
you demonstrating a careless desolation.''
''Is it a world to hide virtues in?''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 3, l. 131-2. Encouraging the foolish Sir Andrew to show how well he can dance.
''Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 1, sc. 1, l. 69-75. To Hermia, who has refused to marry Demetrius, the suitor favored by her father.
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mewed,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they that master so their blood
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.''
''Women are angels, wooing;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Troilus and Cressida (I, iii). She has been holding off against her uncle Pandarus's attempts to woo her on behalf of Troilus. TrGrPo. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
That she beloved knows naught that knows not this:
Men prize the thing ungained more than it is.
That she was never yet that ever knew
Love got so sweet as when desire did sue.
Therefore this maxim out of love I teach:
Achievement is command; ungained, beseech.
Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear,
Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear.''
''Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Wolsey, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 2, l. 351-8. Wolsey's famous soliloquy, bidding farewell to his power.
This is the state of man; today he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him:
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.''
''As easy mayst thou fallWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adriana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 2, sc. 2, l. 125-9. An image of unity in marriage; "fall" means let fall.
A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself and not me too.''
''You have been a boggler ever.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 3, sc. 13, l. 110. Accusing Cleopatra of having been always shifty and unreliable.
''A fool, A fool! I met a fool i' the forest,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. As You Like It (II, vii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
A motley fool. A miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and basked him in the sun,
And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.''
''Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 2, l. 11-2. To Margaret, who seizes on unintended meanings as quick as a hound catches its prey.
''Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 230-3. To his boy Lucius, who has no anxieties.
Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.''
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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;