William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''There's no art
    To find the mind's construction in the face:
    He was a gentleman on whom I built
    An absolute trust.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Duncan, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 4, l. 11-4. Deferring to the traitor Cawdor.
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  • ''Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like an old
    apple-john.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 2-4. "Bate" means abate, grow thin; "apple-john" means kind of apple which was kept until the skin shrivelled.
  • ''He that has and a little tiny wit—
    With heigh-ho, the wind and the rain—
    Must make content with his fortunes fit,
    Though the rain it raineth every day.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Fool, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 2, l. 74-7. "Wit" means brain or intelligence; a spin-off from a song sung by Feste in Twelfth Night.
  • ''All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
    Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us
    Out of this fearful country!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gonzalo, in The Tempest, act 5, sc. 1, l. 104-6. Concerned at the distraction suffered by Alonso; the "country" is Prospero's island.
  • ''In the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 269-70. Questioning Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, his old schoolfellows, as to why they have come to Denmark; "beaten way" means well-trodden track, i.e., be honest with me.
  • ''There stands the castle, by yon tuft of trees.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Henry Percy, in Richard II, act 2, sc. 3, l. 53. The castle defended by Richard II.
  • ''To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 163 (1623). Describing the role of "a deserving woman." Desdemona calls this a "most lame and impotent conclusion."
  • ''Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
    Jealous in honor, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon's mouth.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 7, l. 149-53. The fourth of the "seven ages" (l. 143) of man; he has moustaches (any facial hair was a beard) like a leopard.
  • ''Pluck down my officers, break my decrees,
    For now a time is come to mock at form.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 5, l. 117-8. "Form" means ceremony or tradition.
  • ''What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?
    Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;
    And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
    Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in King Henry VI pt. 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 232-5 (1600).

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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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