William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Hortensio. Madam, my instrument's in tune.
    Bianca. Let's hear. O fie, the treble jars.
    Lucentio. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hortensio, Bianca, and Lucentio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 3, sc. 1, l. 38-40. Hortensio's lute was a difficult instrument to tune, and Lucentio may be advising him to moisten the pegs.
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  • ''O, for a horse with wings!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Imogen, in Cymbeline, act 3, sc. 2, l. 48. Imogen learns that her husband Posthumus is at Milford-Haven.
  • ''Love's heralds should be thoughts,
    Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams,
    Driving back shadows over low'ring hills.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 5, l. 4-6. Anxiously expecting her nurse to return with news of Romeo.
  • ''I have no cunning in protestation—only downright oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, l. 144-6. Plain speaking in making love to Katherine.
  • ''Love that comes too late,
    Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
    To the great sender turns a sour offense,
    Crying, "That's good that's gone."''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King of France, in All's Well That Ends Well, act 5, sc. 3, l. 57-60. Expressing the familiar feeling of realizing that we value a thing only when it is lost.
  • ''As a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric:
    I am justly killed with mine own treachery.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Laertes, in Hamlet, act 5, sc. 2, l. 306-7. He is wounded by the poisoned rapier he intended for Hamlet; "springe" means snare.
  • ''There have been,
    Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now,
    And many a man there is, even at this present,
    Now, while I speak this, holds his wife by th'arm,
    That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence,
    And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by
    Sir Smile, his neighbor.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leontes, in The Winter's Tale, act 1, sc. 2, l. 190-6. Beginning to believe the worst of his own wife.
  • '''Tis much he dares,
    And to that dauntless temper of his mind,
    He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
    To act in safety.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 1, l. 50-3. Describing Banquo.
  • ''Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mercutio, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 1, l. 18-20. Mocking his friend Benvolio.
  • ''God's benison go with you, and with those
    That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Old Man, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 4, l. 40-1. "Benison" means blessing.

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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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