William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Hell is murky.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 1, l. 36.
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  • ''Take physic, pomp,
    Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
    That thou mayst shake the superflux to them
    And show the heavens more just.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 4, l. 33-6. "Superflux" means superfluous possessions.
  • ''This supernatural soliciting
    Cannot be ill, cannot be good.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Macbeth (I, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''In my stars I am above thee, but be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malvolio, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 5, l. 139-41 (1623). Reading out Maria's letter, purportedly from the countess Olivia.
  • ''No longer mourn for me when I am dead
    Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
    Give warning to the world that I am fled
    From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
    Nay, if you read this line, remember not
    The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
    That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
    If thinking on me then should make you woe.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. No longer mourn for me when I am dead (l. 1-8). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Orsino. How dost thou like this tune?
    Viola. It gives a very echo to the seat
    Where love is throned.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orsino and Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 20-2. Music feeds Orsino's lovesickness.
  • ''Simply the thing I am
    Shall make me live.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Parolles, in All's Well That Ends Well, act 4, sc. 3, l. 333-4. Bouncing back from humiliation.
  • ''Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth,
    And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
    With windlasses and with assays of bias,
    By indirections find directions out.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polonius, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 1, l. 60-3. Sending Reynaldo to spy on his son Laertes, and spread a few lies about him; "windlasses" means roundabout methods; "assays of bias" means indirect attempts, "bias" referring to the curving line in which a bowl runs.
  • ''A trifle, some eight-penny matter.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Henry, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 104. The ring Falstaff claims has been stolen from him.
  • ''You speak all your part at once, cues and all.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Quince, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 1, l. 99-100. On Flute, who is rehearsing for the part of Thisbe in the play they are to stage for the wedding of Theseus and Hippolyta.

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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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