William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''I will be deaf to pleading and excuses.
    Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Escalus, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 1. After Romeo's killing of Tybalt.
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  • ''Yonder shines Aurora's harbinger.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 380. The morning star, or Venus, precursor of dawn (Venus is also goddess of love, and here heralds the reconciliation of the lovers in the play).
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  • ''Romeo. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
    That tips with silver all these fruit tree tops—
    Juliet. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,
    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo and Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 107-11.
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  • ''The blunt monster with uncounted heads,
    The still-discordant wav'ring multitude.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rumor, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 18-9.
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  • ''Who doth ambition shun,
    And loves to live i' th' sun,
    Seeking the food he eats,
    And pleased with what he gets,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Song, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 5, l. 38-42. Second stanza of a song praising the pastoral life.
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  • ''Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
    Hover through the fog and filthy air.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. The three witches, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 1, l. 10-11 (1623). End of the play's opening exchange, emphasising the disruption of the natural order.
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  • ''One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
    That all, with one consent, praise new-born gauds.
    And give to dust that is a little gilt
    More laud than gilt o'er dusted;
    The present eye praises the present object.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ulysses, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 3, l. 175-180. "Laud" = praise; appealing to constant changes in fashion in an effort to persuade Achilles to return to the battlefield.
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  • ''Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Albany, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 2, l. 38.
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  • ''I will be
    A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
    As to a lover's bed.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 4, sc. 14, l. 99-101. Turning suicide into a fantasy of marriage.
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  • ''Were such things here as we do speak about,
    Or have we eaten on the insane root
    That takes the reason prisoner?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Banquo, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 3, l. 81-3 (1623). Addressing Macbeth, referring to the Witches which have just vanished.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

Fear No More

Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy ...

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Sonnet Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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