William Shakespeare Quotes
''Nought's had, all's spent,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 2, l. 4-5. "Content" means contentment.
Where our desire is got without content.''
''So we'll live,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 5, sc. 3, l. 11-7. Imagining being imprisoned with his daughter Cordelia; "gilded butterflies" probably refers to extravagantly dressed courtiers.
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out
And take upon 's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies.''
''The course of true love never did run smooth.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lysander, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 1, sc. 1, l. 134 (1600).
''Let us not be dainty of leave-taking,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malcolm, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 3, l. 144-5. "Dainty of" means particular about.
But shift away.''
''My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.''
''That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lipWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orleans, in Henry V, act 3, sc. 7, l. 145-6.
of a lion.''
''I have told you enough of this. For my part I'll not meddle nor make no farther.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pandarus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 1, sc. 1, l. 13-14. "Meddle nor make" was a proverbial phrase, "make" meaning "have anything to do with it"; he is refusing to help Troilus.
''We are oft to blame in this,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polonius, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 1, l. 45-8. Using Ophelia, made to hold a prayer book, to spy on Hamlet; for the moment he realizes what he is doing is wrong.
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.''
''Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits ofWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 2, l. 142-3. Recognizing that in fooling with his tavern companions he is wasting time.
the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.''
''They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Margaret, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 3, l. 258-9. As she, the widow of Henry VI, has become an object of scorn in the court of Edward IV.
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.''
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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 ...
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case