William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
    Remembering how I love thy company.''
    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.
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  • ''Rumor is a pipe
    Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rumor, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 15-6. How rumor spreads, like music.
  • ''I think he only loves the world for him.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Solanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 8, l. 50. On Antonio's affection for Bassanio.
  • ''Honor, riches, marriage blessing,
    Long continuance, and increasing,
    Hourly joys be still upon you!
    Juno sings her blessings on you.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Tempest (IV, i). OAEL-1. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''When that I was and a little tiny boy,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
    A foolish thing was but a toy,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

    But when I came to man's estate
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
    'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

    But when I came, alas! to wive,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
    By swaggering could I never thrive,
    For the rain it raineth every day.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Twelfth Night (V, i). A sobering thought at the end of the comedy, as the play may seem a "foolish thing," or trifle ("toy"). The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Albany, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 4.
  • ''What hotter hours,
    Unregistered in vulgar fame, you have
    Luxuriously picked out.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 3, sc. 13, l. 118-20. Condemning Cleopatra for her past love affairs; "luxuriously" relates to lechery.
  • ''Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Balthazar, in The Comedy of Errors, act 3, sc. 1, l. 26. Proverbial.
  • ''Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile;
    So ere you find where light in darkness lies,
    Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Berowne, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 1, sc. 1, l. 77-9. Arguing that as too much light dazzles and makes the eye unable to see, so too much study only confuses the student.
  • ''If it be aught toward the general good,
    Set honor in one eye, and death i'th' other,
    And I will look on both indifferently;
    For let the gods so speed me as I love
    The name of honor more than I fear death.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 2, l. 85-9. Proclaiming his integrity.

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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 Li

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;

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