William Shakespeare Quotes
''Hamlet. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet and Ophelia, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2, l. 152-4. After the three-line prologue to the play within the play; "posy of a ring" means short motto engraved in a ring.
Ophelia. 'Tis brief, my lord.
Hamlet. As woman's love.''
''Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 182. To his father's ghost, who has spoken from under the stage.
''How has he the leisure to be sickWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hotspur, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 4, sc. 1, l. 17-8. Referring to his father, who was to have brought an army to support Hotspur's rebellion against the king; "jostling time" means time of strife.
In such a jostling time?''
''The sense of death is most in apprehension,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Isabella, in Measure for Measure, act 3, sc. 1, l. 77-80. Trying to reconcile Claudio, her brother, to the idea that he must die; "apprehension" means anticipation.
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.''
''Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see howWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Justice Shallow, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 33-4. Old justices Shallow and Silence recall their wild youth.
many of my old acquaintance are dead!''
''What infinite heart's easeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 1, l. 236-9. On the burdens of responsibility; "ceremony" suggests deference as well as the pomp and display of majesty.
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?''
''I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majestyWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Richard III (I, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.''
''Lear. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear and Gloucester, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 6, l. 154-9.
Gloucester. Ay, sir.
Lear. And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.''
''But since all is well, keep it so, wake not a sleeping wolf.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lord Chief Justice, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 2, l. 153-4. Advising Falstaff not to get into trouble with the law.
''The labor we delight in physics pain.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 3, l. 50. "Physics pain" means relieves pain, or the trouble we have taken.
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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 ...
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;