William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lord Chief Justice to Falstaff, in Henry IV, pt. 2, act 1, sc. 2.
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  • ''The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 3, l. 11. The stupid servant ("loon") is white with fear.
  • ''The sky it seems would pour down stinking pitch,
    But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
    Dashes the fire out.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Miranda, in The Tempest, act 1, sc. 2, l. 3-5. Describing the storm she has seen; "welkin's cheek" means the clouds in the sky.
  • ''The clock upbraids me with a waste of time.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 1, l. 130. Conscious of spending too much time with Cesario (the disguised Viola).
  • ''Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,
    Nor set down aught in malice.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 5, sc. 2, l. 351-2 (1623). Spoken to his arresting officers.
  • ''The triple pillar of the world transformed
    Into a strumpet's fool.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Philo, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 1, l. 12-13. Antony, one of the three rulers of the Roman Empire, unflatteringly described before we meet him and Cleopatra.
  • ''Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
    As 'twere retailed to all posterity,
    Even to the general all-ending day.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Edward, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 1, l. 76-8. "Retailed" = handed down; by the "all-ending day" he means doomsday.
  • ''Here she comes, curst and sad.
    Cupid is a knavish lad
    Thus to make poor females mad.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 439-41. On Hermia, ill-tempered ("curst"), and thinking she is abandoned in the woods by night.
  • ''Come, civil night,
    Thou sober-suited matron all in black,
    And learn me how to lose a winning match
    Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.
    Hood my unmanned blood, bating in my cheeks,
    With thy black mantle till strange love grow bold,
    Think true love acted simple modesty.
    Come, night. Come, Romeo. Come, thou day in night;
    For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
    Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.
    Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Romeo and Juliet (III, ii). "Civil" means mannerly, observing propriety; Juliet is now married, and anxiously awaiting nightfall and the coming of Romeo. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
    The which in every language I pronounce,
    Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rumor, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 6-8.

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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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