William Shakespeare Quotes
''O my soul's joy,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 185-9. on finding Desdemona safe in Cyprus. Mount Olympus was the seat of the ancient Greek. Gods.
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have wakened death!
And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high, and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven!''
''Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Petruchio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 4, sc. 3, l. 171-4. Proposing to take his wife, Katherine, to her father's house in poor clothes; "peereth in" = shows through.
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich,
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.''
''I thinkWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 5, sc. 1, l. 103-6.
The nightingale, if she should sing by day
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.''
''Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 5, sc. 1, l. 25-8. Abandoning thoughts of revenging himself on his enemies.
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part. The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance.''
''Alas, why would you heap this care on me?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 7, l. 204-7. Pretending he does not want the crown.
I am unfit for state and majesty.
I do beseech you take it not amiss,
I cannot nor I will not yield to you.''
''Dost thou think, though I am caparisoned like a man, I haveWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 194-7. Dressed as a man, but with a woman's heart, she is eager for Celia to tell her who has been posting verses about her.
a doublet and hose in my disposition?''
''He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 3, l. 20. Defending his friendship with Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
''Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 4-8. In their shaping visions, lovers and madmen conceive ("apprehend") more than cool reason understands; "compact" means composed.
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.''
''O, when degree is shaked,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Troilus and Cressida (I, iii). TrGrPo. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Which is the ladder of all high designs,
The enterprise is sick. How could communities,
Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primogeniture and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels,
But by degree stand in authentic place?
Take but degree away, untune that string,
And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets
In mere oppugnancy.''
''I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Wolsey, in King Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 2, l. 224-6 (1623).
And from that full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.''
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,