William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name,
    And Rosaline they call her.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Berowne, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 3, sc. 1, l. 166-7. Betraying his desire for Rosaline.
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  • ''It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
    And that craves wary walking.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 14-5. "Craves" means requires.
  • ''You and I are past our dancing days.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Capulet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 31. Old Capulet talks with his cousin while watching the dance.
  • ''Play with your fancies: and in them behold
    Upon the hempen tackle ship-boys climbing;
    Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give
    To sound confused; behold the threaden sails
    Borne with th' invisible and creeping wind.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Chorus, in Henry V, act 3, prologue, l. 7-11. Urging the audience to imagine ships sailing to France; "threaden" means woven with thread.
  • ''Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river; there,
    My music playing far off, I will betray
    Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hook shall pierce
    Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up,
    I'll think them every one an Antony,
    And say, "Ah, ha! y' are caught."''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 5, l. 10-5. Imagining getting her hooks into Antony, as we now say; an "angle" is a fishing rod and line.
  • ''In cases of defense 'tis best to weigh
    The enemy more mighty than he seems.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dauphin, in Henry V, act 2, sc. 4, l. 43-4. Advising the King of France not to underestimate the strength of English forces.
  • ''Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Duke, in Measure for Measure, act 3, sc. 1, l. 208. Varying the proverb, "innocence is bold."
  • ''Fairy. Those that "Hobgoblin" call you, and "Sweet Puck,"
    You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
    Are not you he?
    Puck. Thou speakest aright;
    I am that merry wanderer of the night.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Fairy and Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 1, l. 40-3.
  • ''I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Feste, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 1, l. 35-6. Referring to his function in relation to the Lady Olivia.
  • ''At my nativity
    The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes
    Of burning cressets, and at my birth
    The frame and huge foundation of the earth
    Shaked like a coward.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Glendower, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 1, l. 13-7. Events which he says foretold that he would be remarkable; "front" means forehead; "cressets" means fires in metal baskets on poles.

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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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