William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Nothing can we call our own but death,
    And that small model of the barren earth
    Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Richard, in Richard II, act 3, sc. 2, l. 152-4. The "model" is the body, made of earth (Genesis, 3:19).
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  • ''Lear. How old art thou?
    Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for anything.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear and Kent, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 4, l. 36-8. Kent goes on to say he is 48 years old.
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  • ''I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true
    cause the false way.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lord Chief Justice, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 1, l. 109-11. On Falstaff's deviousness.
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  • ''Ourself will mingle with society
    And play the humble host.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 4, l. 3-4. "Society" means the guests at his feast.
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  • ''I might call him
    A thing divine, for nothing natural
    I ever saw so noble.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Miranda, in The Tempest, act 1, sc. 2, l. 418-20. Miranda's first sight of a young man, Ferdinand.
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  • ''Olivia. Is't not well done?
    Viola. Excellently done, if God did all.
    Olivia. 'Tis in grain, sir, 'twill endure wind and weather.
    Viola. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
    Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia and Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 235-40. Viola admires the blending of colors in Olivia's beauty, which is fast-dyed or natural ("in grain"), not contrived with cosmetics.
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  • ''My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 4, sc. 1, l. 182-3.
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  • ''The best thing in him
    Is his complexion.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Phebe, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 5, l. 115-6. On Rosalind disguised as a young man.
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  • ''I will remain
    The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Posthumus, in Cymbeline, act 1, sc. 1, l. 95-6. To Imogen, his wife, as they are about to be parted.
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  • ''Under your good correction, I have seen
    When, after execution, judgment hath
    Repented o'er his doom.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Provost, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 2, l. 10-2. Cautioning Angelo against the too hasty execution of Claudio; "doom" means sentence.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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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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