William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''The moon shines bright. In such a night as this,
    When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
    And they did make no noise, in such a night
    Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls,
    And sighed his soul toward the Grecian tents,
    Where Cressid lay that night.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lorenzo, in The Merchant of Venice, act 5, sc. 1, l. 1-6. In Belmont, waiting for the return of Portia, Lorenzo sets the scene; Cressida turned out to be faithless to Troilus.
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  • ''Better be with the dead,
    Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
    Than on the torture of the mind to lie
    In restless ecstasy.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 2, l. 19-22. To Lady Macbeth; those they have murdered have gone to "peace" or heaven, but their deeds have not brought peace of mind to Macbeth, only "ecstasy," or a frenzied anxiety.
  • ''Well, fare thee well. I have known thee these twenty-nine
    years, come peascod-time, but an honester and truer-hearted
    man—well, fare thee well.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mistress Quickly, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 4, l. 382-4. "Peascod-time" is in summer, when pea-pods are harvested.
  • ''O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 1.
  • ''An honorable murderer, if you will,
    For naught I did in hate, but all in honor.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 5, sc. 2, l. 294-5. "In honor" means from a sense of integrity, supposing it to be the right thing to do.
  • ''To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pistol, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 1, l. 87. Humiliated in France, he plans to steal off to England.
  • ''If all the year were playing holidays,
    To sport would be as tedious as to work;
    But when they seldom come, they wished for come,
    And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 1, sc. 2, l. 204-7. "Rare accidents" means unusual events.
  • ''Now it is the time of night
    That the graves, all gaping wide,
    Every one lets forth his sprite
    In the church-way paths to glide.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 379-82. Ghosts were thought to wander abroad at midnight, returning to their graves at dawn.
  • ''O mischief, thou art swift
    To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 35-6. On hearing news of Juliet's death, he thinks of suicide.
  • ''Here's a good world the while! Who is so gross
    That cannot see this palpable device?
    Yet who's so bold but says he sees it not.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Scrivener, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 6, l. 10-12. On an indictment written after the execution of Hastings.

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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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