William Shakespeare Quotes
''Sad hours seem long.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 161. The lovelorn Romeo finds time hangs on his hands.
''Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sebastian, in The Tempest, act 2, sc. 1, l. 12-3. Scornfully referring to Gonzalo, who is trying to comfort Alonso; "wit" means intelligence or thought.
''Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 18 (1609).
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.''
''when a woman woos, what woman's sonWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Those petty wrongs that liberty commits (l. 7-8). InvP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?''
''Take but degree away, untune that string,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ulysses, in Troilus and Cressida, act 1, sc. 3, l. 109-10, 116-24. Ulysses' vision of anarchy if social ranks and hierarchy are done away with.
And hark what discord follows!
Force should be right, or, rather, right and wrong
Between whose endless jar justice resides
Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Then everything includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
And last eat up himself.''
''Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. All's Well That Ends Well (I, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Which we ascribe to heaven. The fated sky
Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.''
''His life was gentle, and the elementsWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 5, sc. 5, l. 72-4 (1623). Referring to Brutus. Antony bases the end of his panegyric on the Platonic notion that the four natural elements (earth, air, fire and water) are represented in man.
So mixed in him that nature might stand up
And say to all the world "This was a man."''
''What are these,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Banquo, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 3. Referring to the three witches.
So withered, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th' inhabitants o'th' earth,
And yet are on't?''
''Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Berowne, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 1, sc. 1, l. 84-7. "Small" = little; "base" = second-hand, hackneyed.
That will not be deep searched with saucy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books.''
''Be angry when you will, it shall have scope.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 3, l. 108-9. To Cassius, patching their quarrel by giving his anger free rein ("scope"), and humoring his questionable conduct.
Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.''
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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 ...
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case