William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''O, let us have him, for his silver hairs
    Will purchase us a good opinion,
    And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Metellus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 144-6. Arguing for inviting Cicero to join the conspiracy.
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  • ''What's the new news at the new court?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oliver, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. l, l. 96-7. "New court" because Duke Frederick has banished his brother Duke Senior and usurped as the new Duke.
  • ''An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 4, sc. 1, l. 187-9. Praising Desdemona.
  • ''Where is the life that late I led?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Petruchio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 4, sc. 1, l. 140. The newly married Petruchio sings what seems to be the first line of a lost ballad.
  • ''You are made
    Rather to wonder at the things you hear
    Than to work any.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Posthumus, in Cymbeline, act 5, sc. 3, l. 53-5. To a British Lord, astonished that two boys and an old man could win a battle against the Romans.
  • ''Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
    Are melted into air, into thin air.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, act 4, sc. 1, l. 148-50. Dismissing the masquers who have entertained Ferdinand and Miranda.
  • ''True, I talk of dreams,
    Which are the children of an idle brain,
    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
    Which is as thin of substance as the air,
    And more inconstant than the wind, who woos
    Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
    And being angered, puffs away from thence,
    Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.''
    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.
  • ''Rosencrantz. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
    Hamlet. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosencrantz and Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 4, sc. 2, l. 6. The body of Polonius, killed by Hamlet; "dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return," Genesis 3:19.
  • ''I'll ne'er be drunk, whilst I live, again, but in honest, civil, godly company.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Slender, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act 1, sc. 1, l. 181-2.
  • ''Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
    And ye that on the sands with printless foot
    Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
    When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
    By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
    Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
    Is to make midnight mushrooms,''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Tempest (V, i). The beginning of the speech in which Prospero renounces his magic powers. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.

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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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