William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
    And knows all qualities, with a learnèd spirit,
    Of human dealings.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 258-60. Trusting Iago as one who knows all types of characters ("qualities").
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  • ''Art thou officer,
    Or art thou base, common, and popular?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pistol, in Henry V, act 4, sc. 1, l. 37-8. Addressing the King, who is disguised.
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  • ''That trunk of humors, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that
    swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that
    stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
    the pudding in his belly.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 449-53. Describing Falstaff; "bolting-hutch" means flour bin; "bombard" means leather wine vessel; "Manningtree" means a town in Essex.
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  • ''An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen, Elizabeth in Richard III, act 4, sc. 4, l. 358. Proverbial; exposing Richard's hypocrisy.
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  • ''She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
    Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
    Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 212-4. Speaking of Rosaline, who rejects his advances.
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  • ''Now I will believe
    That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
    There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
    At this hour reigning there.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sebastian, in The Tempest, act 3, sc. 3, l. 21-4. A strange vision has made him willing to believe any traveller's tale, of mythical unicorns or the phoenix, said to renew itself periodically from the ashes of its own pyre.
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  • ''Summer's lease hath all too short a date.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 18.
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  • ''I that please some, try all, both joy and terror
    Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Time, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 1, l. 1-4. Time, the chorus, proclaims his proverbial impartiality or indifference in relation to humanity ("time tries all things").
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  • ''For beauty, wit,
    High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service,
    Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
    To envious and calumniating time.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ulysses, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 3, l. 171-4. Inviting Achilles to contemplate the brevity of life and all human attributes in an effort to get him to fight.
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  • ''You cram these words into mine ears against
    The stomach of my sense.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Alonso, in The Tempest, act 2, sc. 1, l. 107-8. To Gonzalo, who has been trying to comfort him; he fears his son is drowned.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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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,