William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''I would not wish
    Any companion in the world but you.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Miranda, in The Tempest, act 3, sc. 1, l. 54-5. Admitting her love for Ferdinand.
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  • ''O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
    In the contempt and anger of his lip!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 1, l. 145-6. After an interview with Cesario, really Viola in disguise.
  • ''O, now for ever
    Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content,
    Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars
    That makes ambition virtue! O, farewell!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 347-50. Jealousy in love destroys Othello as a soldier.
  • ''A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
    Which is as brief as I have known a play,
    But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
    Which makes it tedious.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Philostrate, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 61-4. Advising Theseus not to watch "Pyramus and Thisbe."
  • ''Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Escalus, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 1. Following Romeo's killing of Tybalt.
  • ''As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
    Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
    Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
    Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky—
    So at his sight away his fellows fly.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 20-4. "Russet-pated choughs, many in sort" means jackdaws with dun-colored heads in a large flock; "sever themselves" means scatter, as Bottom's friends scattered when they saw his ass's head.
  • ''Romeo. I dreamt a dream tonight.
    Mercutio. And so did I.
    Romeo. Well, what was yours?
    Mercutio. That dreamers often lie.
    Romeo. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
    Mercutio. O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
    In shape no bigger than an agate stone
    On the forefinger of an alderman,
    Drawn with a team of little atomi
    Over men's noses as they lie asleep.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo and Mercutio, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 4, l. 50-8. Mercutio's fairy tale seems meant to divert Romeo from his preoccupation with Rosaline; agates were carved with tiny figures (like "atomi") and used as seal rings by town officials (aldermen).
  • ''Salerio. Why, I am sure if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh. What's that good for?
    Shylock. To bait fish withal—if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Salerio and Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 1, l. 51-4. On the news that ships bearing Antonio's goods have been lost at sea.
  • ''Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
    And Phoebus' gins arise,
    His steeds to water at those springs
    On chaliced flowers that lies;
    And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes;
    With every thing that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise;
    Arise, arise!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Song, in Cymbeline, act 2, sc. 3, l. 20-26. Sung to wake Imogen.
  • ''Will you buy any tape,
    Or lace for your cape,
    My dainty duck, my dear-a?
    Any silk, and thread,
    And toys for your head,
    Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?
    Come to the pedlar;
    Money's a meddler,
    That doth utter all men's ware-a.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Winter's Tale (IV, iii). OBSC. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.

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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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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