William Shakespeare Quotes
''Why, what a candy deal of courtesyWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hotspur, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 1, sc. 3, l. 251-2. Henry IV once needed the help of Hotspur to regain his rights; "candy deal" means sugary quantity.
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!''
''Authority, though it err like others,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Isabella, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 2, l. 134-6. Reminding Angelo that men may use authority to cover ("skin") their vices without remedying them.
Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself,
That skins the vice o' the top.''
''Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shallWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Justice Shallow, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 37-8. Psalm 89:48.
''The man that once did sell the lion's skinWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 3, l. 93-4. Referring to the French, who rashly expect an easy victory.
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.''
''O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Richard III (I, iv). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
What dreadful noise of waters in my ears!
What sights of ugly death within my eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.''
''Barnes are blessings.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lavatch, in All's Well That Ends Well, act 1, sc. 3, l. 25-6. "Barnes" means bairns, or children.
''When we mean to build,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lord Bardolph, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 2, l. 41-8. On confining plans within the scope available resources; "offices" means rooms.
We first survey the plot, then draw the model,
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection,
Which if we find outweighs ability,
What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices, or at least desist
To build at all?''
''Ere the bat hath flownWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 2, l. 40-4. Bats and dung-beetles ("shard-borne") were associated with darkness, and here with Hecate, goddess of witchcraft.
His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate's summons
The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.''
''Mine eye's due is thine outward part,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war (l. 13-14). EyDe. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.''
''Kindness, nobler ever than revenge.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oliver, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 1, l. 128. Speaking of Orlando's resolve to rescue his brother from danger.
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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 ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?