William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
    That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
    Nor shall not be the last, like silly beggars
    Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame
    That many have and others must sit there,
    And in this thought they find a kind of ease.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Richard, in Richard II, act 5, sc. 5, l. 23-8. Meditating in prison; "silly" means simple; "refuge" means rationalize their humiliation.
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  • ''Down from the waist they are centaurs,
    Though women all above;
    But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
    Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness,
    There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding,
    Stench, consumption.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 6, l. 124-9. The treatment of him by his daughters provokes this outburst of misogyny; centaurs were legendary creatures, half-human, half-horses, and notorious for lustfulness.
  • ''Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
    Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
    Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
    Be secret-false.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Luciana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 3, sc. 2, l. 12-5. Her advice is wasted on the twin brother of her sister's husband.
  • ''Now o'er the one half-world
    Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
    The curtained sleep.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 1, l. 49-51. "Curtained" suggests both bed curtains and the unconsciousness of sleep that shuts off the control exerted by the conscious mind.
  • ''Then thus I turn me from my country's light,
    To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mowbray, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 176-7. Seeing his exile as a kind of death.
  • ''He is dead and gone, lady,
    He is dead and gone,
    At his head a grass-green turf,
    At his heels a stone.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ophelia, in Hamlet, act 4, sc. 5, l. 29-32. Singing in her madness, after her father's death.
  • ''I greet thy love,
    Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 469-70. Accepting Iago's offer to do anything, even murder, for him.
  • ''Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Poins, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 4, l. 260-1. Commenting on old Falstaff with Doll Tearsheet sitting on his lap.
  • ''I do not think a braver gentleman,
    More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
    More daring, or more bold, is now alive
    To grace this latter age with noble deeds.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 89-92. Praising Hotspur.
  • ''God, the best maker of all marriages,
    Combine your hearts in one.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Isabel, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, l. 359-60. On the betrothal of Henry of England and Katherine of France.

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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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