William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked;
    no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they
    sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the
    reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the
    remedy.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 2, l. 32-7. Describing the sudden passion of Oliver and Celia for one another.
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  • ''It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 4.
  • ''My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
    So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung
    With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
    Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls;
    Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,
    Each under each.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 119-24. Praising sand-colored ("sanded") hunting dogs; "flews" are the large hanging chaps of a hound; Thessaly was in ancient Greece.
  • ''The heavens themselves, the planets, and this center
    Observe degree, priority, and place,
    Insisture, course, proportion, season, form,
    Office, and custom, in all line of order.''
    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.
  • ''I could be well content
    To entertain the lag end of my life
    With quiet hours.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Worcester, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 23-5.
  • ''A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
    We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
    But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
    As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adriana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 2, sc. 1, l. 34-7.
  • ''The long day's task is done,
    And we must sleep.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 4, sc. 14, l. 35-6. Deciding to die, on hearing of Cleopatra's supposed death.
  • ''Breaking his oath and resolution like
    A twist of rotten silk.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Aufidius, in Coriolanus, act 5, sc. 6, l. 94-5. About Coriolanus.
  • ''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. 242-4. Explaining his sudden discovery that he loves Beatrice.
  • ''As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his ambition.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 2, l. 24-9. Defending the killing of Caesar.

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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 Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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