William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''If it do come to pass
    That any man turn ass,
    Leaving his wealth and ease
    A stubborn will to please,
    Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame!
    Here shall he see
    Gross fools as he,
    And if he will come to me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 5, l. 50-7. His ridicule of the pastoral life so idealized by the Duke and Amiens.
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  • ''Now, neigbour confines, purge you of your scum!
    Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
    Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
    The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, pt. 2, act 4, sc. 3.
  • ''Read o'er this,
    And after this, and then to breakfast with
    What appetite you have.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 2, l. 201-3. Henry hands Wolsey documents proving his disloyalty to the King.
  • ''But whate'er I be,
    Nor I, nor any man that but man is,
    With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased
    With being nothing.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Richard, in Richard II, act 5, sc. 5, l. 38-41. Brooding in prison that he cannot be content with having nothing until he is nothing, i.e., dead.
  • ''O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
    Keep me in temper, I would not be mad!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 5, l. 46-7.
  • ''If bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lucio, in Measure for Measure, act 4, sc. 4, l. 178-9. To the Duke, who is trying to get rid of him.
  • ''Each new morn
    New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
    Strike heaven on the face.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macduff, in Macbeth, act 4, sc. 3, l. 4-6. On the affliction Macbeth has brought to Scotland.
  • ''The language I have learnt these forty years,
    My native English, now I must forgo,
    And now my tongue's use is to me no more
    Than an unstringèd viol or a harp.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mowbray, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 159-62. On being banished to foreign parts; a "viol" was the forerunner of the modern violin.
  • ''Orlando. Who stays it still withal?
    Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep
    between term and term, and then they perceive not how Time
    moves.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orlando and Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 330-3. On the perception of time, mocking lawyers.
  • ''O curse of marriage,
    That we can call these delicate creatures ours
    And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
    And live upon the vapour of a dungeon
    Than keep a corner in the thing I love
    For others' uses.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 272-7 (1623).

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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 Li

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;

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