William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
    Exceedingly well read, and profited
    In strange concealments, valiant as a lion,
    And wondrous affable, and as bountiful
    As mines of India.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mortimer, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 1, l. 163-7. To Hotspur, about Glendower, mocked by Hotspur; "profited" means proficient; "strange concealments" means occult arts.
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  • ''There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love,
    remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ophelia, in Hamlet, act 4, sc. 5, l. 175-7. In her madness, handing out flowers; these meanings are traditional.
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  • ''Whip me, ye devils,
    From the possession of this heavenly sight!
    Blow me about in winds! Roast me in sulphur!
    Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 5, sc. 2, l. 279-80. His vision of the torments of hell.
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  • ''Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Player King, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2, l. 213. On the gap between thoughts and deeds.
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  • ''Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
    But not remembered in thy epitaph!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 4, l. 100-1. On the rebel Hotspur, killed by Hal.
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  • ''The lady doth protest too much, methinks.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Gertrude, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2, l. 230. Reacting to a speech by the Player Queen, who swears she will never remarry if left a widow, as Gertrude herself has done.
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  • ''There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
    Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
    Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.
    I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 80-3. Buying poison from the poor apothecary.
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  • ''I pray you let us satisfy our eyes
    With the memorials and the things of fame
    That do renown this city.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sebastian, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 3, l. 22-4. Anxious to see the sights of Illyria.
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  • ''O let my books be then the eloquence
    And dumb presagers of my speaking breast.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 23 (1609).
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  • ''No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart;
    Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Timon, in Timon of Athens, act 2, sc. 2, l. 173-4. On being upbraided by his steward, Flavius.
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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,

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