William Shakespeare Quotes
''Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Caliban, in The Tempest, act 3, sc. 2, l. 135-40. To Stephano and Trinculo, who are scared by Ariel's music.
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again.''
''Love no man in good earnest, nor no further in sportWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Celia, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 2, l. 27-9. Advice to Rosalind on avoiding commitment in love.
neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in
honor come off again.''
''Cleopatra. Think you there was or might be such a manWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra and Dolabella, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 5, sc. 2, l. 93-4. Dolabella punctures Cleopatra's fantasy of Antony as superman.
As this I dreamt of?
Dolabella. Gentle madam, no.''
''Be checked for silence,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Countess of Rossillion, in All's Well That Ends Well, act 1, sc. 1, l. 67-8. A mother's advice to her son on how to behave at court. Do not mind being rebuked for saying nothing, but never be charged with saying too much.
But never taxed for speech.''
''Douglas. Now remains a sweet reversionWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Douglas and Hotspur, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 4, sc. 1, l. 53-7. Thinking of Northumberland and his army, not with them now, as a reserve for the future; taken in their modern sense, the lines suggest an investment plan; "reversion" means inheritance.
We may boldly spend, upon the hope
Of what is to come in.
A comfort of retirement lives in this.
Hotspur. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.''
''I will praise any man that will praise me.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Enobarbus, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 6.
''Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing (l. 1-4). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.''
''Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gertrude, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2, l. 68. Referring to Hamlet's black mourning dress for his father's death.
''No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Hamlet (IV, vii). NAWM-1. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Revenge should have no bounds.''
''How strange or odd some'er I bear myself,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 171-2. Announcing to Horatio and Marcellus his idea of pretending to be mad whenever it suits him ("shall think meet).
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.''
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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 ...
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?