William Shakespeare Quotes
''When daisies pied and violets blue,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Spring, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 2, l. 894-902. The first stanza of the song of Spring at the end of the play; the cuckoo's habit of using the nests of other birds suggests cuckoldry, and the refrain conflicts with the delights of spring.
And lady-smocks, all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo, cuckooO word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.''
''What need we have any friends, if we should ne'er have need of 'em? They were the most needless creatures living, if we should ne'er have use for 'em.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Timon, in Timon of Athens, act 1, sc. 2, l. 95-8. Believing his friends will help him if need be.
''I saw young Harry with his beaver on,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Vernon, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 4, sc. 1, l. 104-10. Prince Hal, ready to fight against the rebels; "beaver" means helmet; "cuisses" means thigh armor; Mercury was the messenger of the gods, who had winged heels; "wind" means wheel round; "Pegasus" means mythical flying horse.
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed,
Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropped down from the clouds
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.''
''Poor fellow never joyed since the price of oats rose, it wasWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Carrier, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 1, l. 12-3. Remembering Robin, the ostler.
the death of him.''
''Ever till now,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Angelo, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 2, l. 185-6. Admitting he is sexually attracted to Isabella; "fond" means infatuated and foolish.
When men were fond, I smiled and wondered how.''
''Friends am I with you all, and love you all.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 220. To Cassius and the conspirators who killed Caesar.
''So may the outward shows be least themselvesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bassanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2, l. 73-4. Thinking about his choice of caskets; outward appearance may conceal inner reality.
The world is still deceived with ornament.''
''The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bishop of Ely, in Henry V, act 1, sc. 1, l. 60-2. Prince Hal was the strawberry growing under the shade of base companions like Falstaff.
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbored by fruit of baser quality.''
''Whether we shall meet again I know not.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 5, sc. 1, l. 114-5. Saying farewell to Cassius.
Therefore our everlasting farewell take.''
''Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassio, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 85-7. On Desdemona's arrival in Cyprus.
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!''
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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