William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Unhand me, gentlemen.
    By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 4, l. 84-5. To his companions who try to stop Hamlet following his father's ghost; "lets" means hinders.
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  • ''God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet to Ophelia, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 1.
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  • ''Constant you are,
    But yet a woman, and for secrecy,
    No lady closer, for I well believe
    Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know,
    And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hotspur, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 3, l. 108-12. Refusing to tell her his purpose of armed rebellion against the king.
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  • ''Man, proud man,
    Drest in a little brief authority,
    Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
    His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
    Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
    As make the angels weep.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Isabella, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 2.
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  • ''Now I see our lances are but straws,
    Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
    That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Katherina, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 5, sc. 2, l. 173-5. Saying, for the benefit of the headstrong Widow and Bianca, that women's weapons (words, temper, anger) are weak, offering a mere appearance of strength.
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  • ''I will tell thee in French—which I am sure will hang upon my
    tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck,
    hardly to be shook off.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, 177-81. On his difficulty in finding French words in which to make love to Katherine.
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  • ''O that I were a mockery king of snow,
    Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
    To melt myself away in water drops!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Richard, in Richard II, act 4, sc. 1, l. 260. Humiliated in front of the whole court.
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  • ''Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage, blow!
    You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
    Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 2, l. 1-3. Cast out in the storm, he welcomes it with a storm of words; "cocks" means weathercocks.
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  • ''New customs,
    Though they be never so ridiculous
    (Nay, let 'em be unmanly) yet are followed.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lord Sands, in Henry VIII, act 1, sc. 3, l. 2-4. On new fashions imported from France.
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  • ''After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
    Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison,
    Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing
    Can touch him further.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 2, l. 25-8 (1623). Referring to Duncan.
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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 Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,

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