William Shakespeare Quotes
''A man whose bloodWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lucio, in Measure for Measure, act 1, sc. 4, l. 57-61. Describing Angelo as an ascetic who never feels sexual passion ("wanton stings and motions of the sense").
Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense,
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study, and fast.''
''Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macduff, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 3, l. 66-9. Echoing biblical ideas of the King as the "Lord's anointed" (anointed with holy oil; 2 Samuel, 1:16), and of the body as "the temple of God" (1 Corinthians, 3:16).
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building.''
''Mine honor is my life, both grow in one,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mowbray, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 1, l. 182-3. "Honor" is a complex word; Mowbray seems to mean by it both fame or reputation, and moral probity.
Take honor from me, and my life is done.''
''Orlando. Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orlando and Jaques, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 1, l. 30-2. "God buy you" spells out "goodbye."
Jaques. Nay then, God buy you, and you talk in blank verse.''
''Rude am I in my speech,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 1, sc. 3, l. 81-2. Eloquently addressing the Venetian senate.
And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.''
''Methinks a fatherWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polixenes, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 394-6. To Florizel, who has concealed his love for Perdita from his father.
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.''
''That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a woman!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 98-9. Meaning Francis, the apprentice tapster; Prince Hal has given him little chance to talk.
''He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayersWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Katherine, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 1, l. 180-1. Speaking about Henry, who has just divorced her.
While I shall have my life.''
''She speaks!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 25-8, 31-2. On Juliet at her window.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven ...''
''Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.''
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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 ...
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;