William Shakespeare Quotes
''Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 4, sc. 1, l. 5-8. Imagining Cassio in bed with Desdemona; as good covering up evil is hypocrisy against God, so evil actions that claim to be virtuous constitute hypocrisy against the devil.
It is hypocrisy against the devil.
They that mean virtuously and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.''
'''Twixt such friends as weWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Petruchio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 1, sc. 2, l. 65-6. To his good friend Hortensio.
Few words suffice.''
''I never did repent for doing good,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 4, l. 10-1. On setting off to help Antonio.
Nor shall not now.''
''This thing of darkness IWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 5, sc. 1, l. 275-6. Owning that he is responsible for Caliban.
''These violent delights have violent endsWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Romeo and Juliet (II, vi). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.''
''Berowne they call him, but a merrier man,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosaline, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 2, sc. 1, l. 66-8. Rosaline's account of meeting with Berowne.
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.''
''A plague o' these pickle herring!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 120-1. Excusing a drunken belch.
''Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Taming of the Shrew (V, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?''
''But something may be done that we will not,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Troilus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 4, sc. 4, l. 94-7. Anxious about Cressida's promise to be faithful to him; "changeful potency" = unstable strength.
And sometimes we are devils to ourselves,
When we will tempt the frailty of our powers,
Presuming on their changeful potency.''
''Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Agamemnon, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 3, l. 265-6. "Hulks" = large and clumsier vessels.
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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