William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Who are the violets now
    That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Duchess of York, in Richard II, act 5, sc. 2, l. 46-7. Asking her son Aumerle to tell her who is in favor with the new King Henry IV.
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  • ''Now he weighs time
    Even to the utmost grain.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Exeter, in Henry V, act 2, sc. 4, l. 137-8. Recalling how as Prince Hal, Henry wasted time; a grain is the smallest unit of weight.
  • ''Feste. The better for my foes and the worse for my friends.
    Orsino. Just the contrary: the better for thy friends.
    Feste. No, sir, the worse.
    Orsino. How can that be?
    Feste. ...They praise me, and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Feste and Orsino, in Twelfth Night, act 5, sc. 1, l. 12-20. Feste's friends flatter him, so that he is deceived and badly treated ("abused").
  • ''Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
    But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ghost, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 27-8 (1604). The ghost claims the "foul" murderer was his brother.
  • ''See what a grace was seated on this brow:
    Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,
    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 4, l. 55-7. To Gertrude, seeing his father in a picture as like Hyperion, the ancient Greek sun-god, for beauty; having a forehead (front) like Jupiter; and an eye like the god of war.
  • ''Rightly to be great
    Is not to stir without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
    When honor's at the stake.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 4, sc. 4, l. 53-6. True greatness consists not in fighting for any trivial cause, unless honor is involved, when it is noble to act.
  • ''I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
    Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hotspur, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 1, l. 127-8. Expressing in verse his scorn for it.
  • ''Yes, I do think that you might pardon him,
    And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Isabella, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 2, l. 49-50. Pleading for the life of her brother, who is condemned to death.
  • ''At your return visit our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Justice Shallow, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 294. Inviting Falstaff to return.
  • ''I think the King is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to
    him as it doth to me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 1, l. 101-2. Henry is in disguise, speaking with common soldiers.

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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 Ci

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?

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