William Shakespeare Quotes
''These high wild hills and rough uneven waysWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Earl of Northumberland, in Richard II, act 2, sc. 3, l. 3-5. As a stranger in Gloucestershire.
Draws out our miles and makes them wearisome.''
''If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to beWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 470-2. Defending himself against Prince Henry's denunciation.
old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is
''There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Fool, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 2.
''How lush and lusty the grass looks! How green!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gonzalo, in The Tempest, act 2, sc. 1, l. 53-4.
''The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 292. One cannot stop a creature from acting according to its nature. Hamlet may refer to Laertes (as the cat), and himself (as the dog whose turn will come). The saying about the dog was proverbial.
''Now I perceive that she hath made compareWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermia, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 290-3. Jealous of the taller Helena to whom her former lover, Lysander, has switched his affections.
Between our statures; she hath urged her height,
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him.''
''She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 3, l. 319-22. Praising Desdemona.
''All the world's a stage,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 7, l. 139-66 (1623).
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 honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big, manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.''
''Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 5, l. 1-3. "Dull" means soothing, drowsy.
Unless some dull and favorable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.''
''Though mine enemy thou hast ever been,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Richard II, act 5, sc. 6, l. 28-9. Speaking to the Bishop of Carlisle, a supporter of the dead Richard II.
High sparks of honor in thee have I seen.''
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Fear No More
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy ...
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?