William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
    My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 1-2. In exile, Romeo hopes for good news from Verona.
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  • ''Women will love her, that she is a woman
    More worth than any man; men, that she is
    The rarest of all women.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Servant, in The Winter's Tale, act 5, sc. 1, l. 110-2. On the rare qualities of Perdita.
  • ''How like a winter hath my absence been
    From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
    What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
    What old December's bareness everywhere!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sonnet 97 (1609).
  • ''Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites,
    Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears,
    You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time's flies.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Timon, in Timon of Athens, act 3, sc. 6, l. 94-6. Cursing his former friends; "fools of fortune" = playthings at the mercy of fortune; "flies" come in summer and disappear in winter.
  • ''The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
    Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
    And greedily devour the treacherous bait.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ursula, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 1, l. 26-8. "Oars" means fins.
  • ''Under the greenwood tree
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird's throat,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither!
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Amiens, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 5, l. 1-8. This picture of ideal pastoral life nevertheless includes winter; "turn" means adapt or attune.
  • ''All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 269. In the wake of Caesar's death, cruel ("fell") deeds will become so familiar ("choked with custom") that no one will feel pity.
  • ''In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
    But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
    Obscures the show of evil?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bassanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2, l. 75-7.
  • ''Taffeta phrases, silken phrases precise,
    Three-piled hyperbole, spruce affectation,
    Figures pedantical—these summer flies
    Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
    I do forswear them.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Biron, in Love's Labour's Lost, act 5, sc. 2, l. 407-11 (1598). Biron vows to abandon his verbosity in his attempts to woo the ladies.
  • ''What you have said
    I will consider; what you have to say
    I will with patience hear, and find a time
    Both meet to hear and answer such high things.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 2, l. 167-70. "Meet" means fitting.

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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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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