William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Now mark me how I will undo myself.
    I give this heavy weight from off my head,
    And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
    The pride of kingly sway from out my heart.
    With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
    With mine own hands I give away my crown.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Richard, in Richard II, act 4, sc. 1, l. 204-9. Deposing himself.
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  • ''Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
    Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
    I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness;
    I never gave you kingdom, called you children.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 2, l. 14-7. Welcoming thunder, lightning, and rain in his anger.
  • ''If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
    I had it from my father.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lord Sands, in Henry VIII, act 1, sc. 4, l. 26-7. He is being bold with the court ladies.
  • ''Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more. It is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 5, l. 23-8. The idea of life as a fleeting and as a light or candle is common in the Bible, as at Job 18:6, "The light shall be dark in his dwelling, and his candle shall be put out with him," and Job 14:1-2, "Man ... fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one state."
  • ''Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Miranda to Prospero, in The Tempest, act 1, sc. 2.
  • ''O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 90-1. Malvolio has been criticizing Feste; "distempered" means diseased.
  • ''Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 1, sc. 2, l. 59.
  • ''Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pisanio, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 3, l. 46. Putting his trust in chance.
  • ''Prince Hal. Why, thou owest God a death.
    Falstaff. 'Tis not due yet, I would be loath to pay him
    before his day.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal and Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 126-8. Hal's phrase is proverbial, and true for everyone.
  • ''And we fairies, that do run
    By the triple Hecate's team
    From the presence of the sun,
    Following darkness like a dream,
    Now are frolic. Not a mouse
    Shall disturb this hallowed house.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 383-8. The goddess of the moon ruled under three names, Hecate in the underworld, Diana on earth, and Phoebe or Cynthia in the heavens; her chariot was supposed to be drawn across the sky by a team of dragons.

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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 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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