William Shakespeare Quotes
''Myself, and what is mine, to you and yoursWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2, l. 166-7. Giving herself to Bassanio in love.
Is now converted.''
''Midnight mushrooms.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 5, sc. 1, l. 39. "Mushrumps" in the original text, imagined as brought into being by Prospero's spirits.
''How oft when men are at the point of deathWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Romeo and Juliet (V, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquered; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.''
''His eye begets occasion for his wit,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosaline, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 2, sc. 1, l. 69-71. Describing Berowne.
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest.''
''If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Slender, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act 1, sc. 1, l. 246-9. Responding to the suggestion that he marry Anne Page.
''This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Tempest (I, ii). OAEL-1. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee
And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile.
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' the' island.''
''Is she worth keeping? Why, she is a pearlWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Troilus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 2, l. 81-2. Referring to Helen, whose rape by Paris caused the Trojan war, and echoing a famous passage in Christopher Marlowe's play, Doctor Faustus.
Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships.''
''A stirring dwarf we do allowance giveWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Agamemnon, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 3, l. 137-8. Achilles is the "sleeping giant," who refuses to fight; "allowance" = praise, honor.
Before a sleeping giant.''
''Fie, wrangling queen!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 1, l. 48-50. Cleopatra's "infinite variety" (act 2, sc. 2, l. 235).
Whom every thing becomesto chide, to laugh,
''I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Autolycus, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 673-4. He has benefited by an exchange of clothes with Prince Florizel.
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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