William Shakespeare Quotes
''Famine is in thy cheeks,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 69-72. Speaking to the poor apothecary whose poison he is seeking to buy; "starveth" means are shown by your look of starvation.
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.''
''What's to do?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sebastian, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 3, l. 18-9. To Antonio, on arriving in Illyria; "relics" means antiquities.
Shall we go see the relics of this town?''
''Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in theeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 3.
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.''
'''Tis not enough to help the feeble up,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Timon, in Timon of Athens, act 1, sc. 1, l. 107-8. On Ventidius, imprisoned for debt.
But to support him after.''
''Time is like a fashionable host,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ulysses, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 3, l. 165-9. Telling Achilles that his past achievements are soon forgotten.
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arms outstretched, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer: the welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.''
''The lunatic, the lover, and the poetWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. A Midsummer Night's Dream (V, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination
That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!''
''Thou art the ruins of the noblest manWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 256-7. Mourning Caesar; "tide of times" means course of history.
That ever lived in the tide of times.''
''Here choose I. Joy be the consequence!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bassanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2, l. 107. Choosing the leaden casket to win Portia.
''What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bianca, in Othello, act 3, sc. 4, l. 173-6. On Cassio's neglect of her.
Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours
More tedious than the dial eightscore times!
O weary reckoning!''
''Give me your hands all over, one by one.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 112.
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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 ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;