William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Remembrance of things past.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 30 (1609). This phrase was used by Scott Moncrieff as the title for his translation of Proust's A La Recherche du Temps Perdu (1913-1927).
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  • ''Ceremony was but devised at first
    To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
    Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
    But where there is true friendship, there needs none.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Timon, in Timon of Athens, act 1, sc. 2.
  • ''Possessed he is with greatness,
    And speaks not to himself but with a pride
    That quarrels at self-breath.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ulysses, in Troilus and Cressida, act 2, sc. 3, l. 170-2. Commenting on Achilles; "quarrels at self-breath" = finds fault with what he says about himself (as not measuring up to his greatness).
  • ''Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire:
    I do wander everywhere,
    Swifter than the moones sphere;
    And I serve the fairy queen,
    To dew her orbs upon the green.
    The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
    In their gold coats spots you see;
    Those be rubies, fairy favours,
    In those freckles live their savours.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. A Midsummer Night's Dream (II, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''O world, thou wast the forest to this hart,
    And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee!
    How like a deer, strucken by many princes,
    Dost thou here lie!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 207-10. Mourning over Caesar's dead body.
  • ''Wrest once the law to your authority:
    To do a great right, do a little wrong.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bassanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1, l. 215-6. Asking the Duke to bend the law in order to curb Shylock.
  • ''Of all the men alive
    I never yet beheld that special face
    Which I could fancy more than any other.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bianca, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 2, sc. 1, l. 10-12. Speaking to her sister Katherine.
  • ''O Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet!
    Thy spirit walks abroad and turns our swords
    In our own proper entrails.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 5, sc. 3, l. 94-6.
  • ''Be factious for redress of all these griefs,
    And I will set this foot of mine as far
    As who goes farthest.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Casca, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 3, l. 118-20. Speaking to Cassius; "factious" means actively partisan; "griefs" means grievances.
  • ''Now all the youth of England are on fire,
    And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Chorus, in Henry V, act 2, prologue, l. 1-2. Idleness in silk is changed to activity in armor, for war against the French.

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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 Li

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;

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