William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 18, "Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?"
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  • ''Life's uncertain voyage.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Timon, in Timon of Athens, act 5, sc. 1, l. 202.
  • ''Take the instant way,
    For honor travels in a strait so narrow,
    Where one but goes abreast. Keep then the path,
    For emulation hath a thousand sons
    That one by one pursue. If you give way,
    Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,
    Like to an entered tide, they all rush by
    And leave you hindmost.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ulysses, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 3, l. 153-60. Depicting life as a rat-race to Achilles in an effort to get him to fight again.
  • ''Alonso. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
    Gonzalo. Marvelous sweet music!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Alonzo and Gonzalo, in The Tempest, act 3, sc. 3, l. 18-9. Hearing "solemn and strange" music, according to the stage direction.
  • ''Live a thousand years,
    I shall not find myself so apt to die.
    No place will please me so, no mean of death,
    As here by Caesar, and by you cut off,
    The choice and master spirits of this age.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 159-63. To Brutus and the conspirators who assassinated Caesar.
  • ''A soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bardolph, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 66-7. Referring to Falstaff who is provided ("accommodated") with Doll Tearsheet as a companion.
  • ''War is no strife
    To the dark house and the detested wife.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bertram, in All's Well That Ends Well, act 2, sc. 3, l. 291-2. Preferring the risks of war to being at home.
  • ''I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
    Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech
    To stir men's blood; I only speak right on.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 2, l. 221-3. He has already stirred the people in speaking about the killing of Caesar.
  • ''Had I but served my God with half the zeal
    I served my King, He would not in mine age
    Have left me naked to mine enemies.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cardinal Wolsey, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 2. These words, spoken in the play to Thomas Cromwell, were in fact recorded as Wolsey's dying words in Raphael Holinshed, Chronicles (1577), one of Shakespeare's main sources, where they appear in the form: "If I had served God as diligently as I have done the King, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs."
  • ''For who is he, whose chin is but enriched
    With one appearing hair, that will not follow
    These culled and choice-drawn cavaliers to France?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Chorus, in Henry V, act 3, prologue, l. 22-4. On the English army sailing to France; "choice-drawn" means carefully chosen.

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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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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