William Shakespeare Quotes
''There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Miranda, in The Tempest, act 1, sc. 2, l. 458-60. Her first impression of Ferdinand.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.''
''Olivia. There lies your way, due west.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia and Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 1, l. 134. Viola picks up on the cry of watermen who ferried people across the Thames to Westminster.
Viola. Then westward ho!''
''Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soulWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 90-2. Desdemona has just left the stage; "wretch" was used as a term of endearment.
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.''
''He is not very tallyet for his years he's tall.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Phebe, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 5, l. 118. Fondly describing Rosalind, who is disguised as a young man.
''Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Posthumus, in Cymbeline, act 2, sc. 5, l. 9-13. Speaking of Imogen, when he believes, falsely, that she has been unfaithful; "pudency" means modesty. Saturn was one of the ancient gods, father of Jupiter.
And prayed me oft forbearance; did it with
A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't
Might well have warmed old Saturn; that I thought her
As chaste as unsunned snow.''
''Then to Silvia let us singWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Proteus, in The Two Gentlemen of Verona, act 4, sc. 2. Proteus, singing outside Silvia's chamber, was attempting to woo her ostensibly on behalf of Thurio, actually for himself. This is the third and last verse of one of the most famous of Shakespeare's songs, set to music by, among others, Schubert.
That Silvia is excelling.
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling.''
''Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Romeo and Juliet (II, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
With repetition of "My Romeo!"''
''From Rumor's tonguesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rumor, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 39-40.
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.''
''"My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Solanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 8, l. 15-7. Mockingly imitating Shylock's outcry on finding his daughter has stolen away with bags of ducats.
Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!
Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!"''
''There be some sports are painful, and their laborWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Tempest (III, i). OAEL-1. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.''
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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?