William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Hermia. Good night, sweet friend;
    Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
    Lysander. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer say I,
    And then end life when I end loyalty!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermia and Lysander, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 2, l. 60-3.
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  • ''If Cassio do remain,
    He hath a daily beauty in his life
    That makes me ugly.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 5, sc. 1, l. 18-9. Meaning "if Cassio remains alive."
  • ''Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all
    tongues are called fools.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 4, l. 36-8. Referring to Touchstone and Audrey.
  • ''God knows, my son,
    By what by-paths and indirect crooked ways
    I met this crown.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 5, l. 183-5. On the devious means by which he came to power.
  • ''O, heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Richard II, act 5, sc. 3, l. 59. On learning of a plot to murder him; "heinous" means abominable.
  • ''Come, you spirits
    That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
    And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
    Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood,
    Stop up th'access and passage to remorse,
    That no compunctious visitings of nature
    Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
    Th'effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,
    And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
    Wherever in your sightless substances
    You wait on nature's mischief.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 5, l. 39-49 (1623). Summoning evil spirits that attend on murderous ("mortal") thoughts.
  • ''I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
    I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell:
    We'll no more meet, no more see one another.
    But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter—
    Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
    Which I must needs call mine.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 218-23.
  • ''To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Macbeth (V, v). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malvolio, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 5. Quoting Maria's letter.
  • ''No more be grieved at that which thou hast done,
    Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
    Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
    And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
    All men make faults, and even I in this,
    Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
    My self corrupting salving thy amiss,
    Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done (l. 1-8). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.

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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 Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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