William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Now bid me run,
    And I will strive with things impossible,
    Yea, get the better of them.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ligarius, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 324-6. Though sick, Ligarius joins the conspirators against Caesar.
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  • ''O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 2, l. 36.
  • ''They thought it good you hear a play,
    And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
    Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Messenger, in The Taming of the Shrew, Induction, sc. 2, l. 134-6. Inviting the tinker Sly to watch the play.
  • ''When my old wife lived, upon
    This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
    Both dame and servant, welcomed all, served all,
    Would sing her song and dance her turn, now here
    At upper end o'the table, now i'the middle,
    On his shoulder, and his, her face afire
    With labor, and the thing she took to quench it
    She would to each one sip.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Old Shepherd, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 55-62. Urging his (supposed) daughter Perdita to play the hostess; "pantler" means pantry server; "On his shoulder" means at his shoulder, i.e., to serve food or drink.
  • ''Yet by your gracious patience
    I will a round unvarnished tale deliver
    Of my whole course of love.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 1, sc. 3, l. 89-91. Explaining to the Venetian senate his courtship of Desdemona.
  • ''Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain
    She sings as sweetly as a nightingale.
    Say that she frown, I'll say she looks as clear
    As morning roses newly washed with dew.
    Say she be mute, and will not speak a word,
    Then I'll commend her volubility,
    And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Petruchio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 2, sc. 1, l. 170-6. Petruchio's plan for wooing Katherine.
  • ''I see, sir, you are liberal in offers.
    You taught me first to beg, and now methinks
    You teach me how a beggar should be answered.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1, l. 438-40. In disguise, she demands that Bassanio give her the ring she gave him, and which he swore should never leave his finger.
  • ''A turn or two I'll walk
    To still my beating mind.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 4, sc. 1, l. 162-3.
  • ''O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
    In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
    On the fore-finger of an alderman,
    Drawn with a team of little atomies
    Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
    Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs,
    The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
    The traces of the smallest spider's web,
    The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
    Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
    Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,
    Not half so big as a round little worm
    Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Romeo and Juliet (I, iv). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
    Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
    Of him that makes it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosaline, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 2, l. 861-3.

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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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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