William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Alas, what danger will it be to us,
    Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
    Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 3, l. 108-10. Celia has suggested that they go to the forest of Arden.
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  • ''As many lies as will lie in thy paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 2, l. 46-8. Advising Sir Andrew on writing a challenge; the bed of Ware, in Hertfordshire, was famous, being ten feet square, and able to accommodate twelve people.
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  • ''My love shall hear the music of my hounds.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 106. Speaking to Hippolyta.
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  • ''What's aught but as 'tis valued?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Troilus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 2, l. 52. The Trojans are debating whether to keep Helen or return her to the Greeks.
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  • ''Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
    Treason is but trusted like the fox,
    Who never so tame, so cherished and locked up,
    Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Worcester, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 2, l. 9-11. The rebels should not make make terms with the king since they will always be watched and never trusted.
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  • ''Aeneas. We know each other well.
    Diomedes. We do, and long to know each other worse.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Aeneas and Diomedes, in Troilus and Cressida, act 4, sc. 1, l. 31-2. A Trojan and a Greek meeting during a truce; they will know each other "worse" on the field of battle.
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  • ''The beds i' th' East are soft.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 6, l. 50. Recalling Egyptian luxury in warlike Rome.
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  • ''I think he'll be to Rome
    As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
    By sovereignty of nature.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Aufidius, in Coriolanus, act 4, sc. 7, l. 33-5. Speaking of Coriolanus; fish were said to surrender themselves to the osprey.
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  • ''If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 1, l. 248-50. On Beatrice's sharp tongue; "terminations" means the barbed endings of her sentences.
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  • ''There is a tide in the affairs of men
    Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
    Omitted, all the voyage of their life
    Is bound in shallows and in miseries.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 2.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Sonnet Cviii

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

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