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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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