William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
    Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
    That it enchants my sense.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Troilus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 2, l. 18-20. Anticipating his first chance to make love to Cressida.
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  • ''He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Agamemnon, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 3, l. 154-7. Speaking to Ajax, who is as proud as any of the Greeks.
  • ''I' th' East my pleasure lies.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 3, l. 41. Married, and in Rome, Antony yearns for Egypt.
  • ''Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Autolycus, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 712-3. The rogue finds it useful sometimes to tell the truth.
  • ''Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
    One pain is lessened by another's anguish.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benvolio, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 2, l. 45-8. On Romeo's unrequited love for Rosaline; varying the proverb, "one fire drives out another."
  • ''The last of all the Romans, fare thee well.
    It is impossible that ever Rome
    Should breed thy fellow.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 5, sc. 3, l. 99-101. On the death of Cassius.
  • ''When beggars die there are no comets seen;
    The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Calpurnia, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 2, l. 30-1.
  • ''They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many
    merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin
    Hood of England.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Charles, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 1, l. 114-6. On the exiled Duke Senior.
  • ''Is it sin
    To rush into the secret house of death
    Ere death dare come to us?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 4, sc. 15, l. 80-2. Contemplating suicide.
  • ''If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
    When time is old and hath forgot itself,
    When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
    And blind oblivion swallowed cities up,
    And mighty states characterless are grated
    To dusty nothing, yet let memory
    From false to false among false maids in love
    Upbraid my falsehood.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cressida, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 2, l. 184-91. An oath she notoriously breaks when she is in the Greek camp; "characterless are grated" = reduced to ruins without written records.

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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 Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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