William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted,
    By your renouncement an immortal spirit,
    And to be talked with in sincerity,
    As with a saint.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lucio, in Measure for Measure, act 1, sc. 4, l. 34-7. Addressing the novice Isabella at the gate of the nunnery; "enskied" means in heaven.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''But cruel are the times when we are traitors
    And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumor
    From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
    But float upon a wild and violent sea
    Each way and move.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macduff, in Macbeth, act 4, sc. 2, l. 18-22. "When we hold rumor/ From what we fear" means when we are led by fear to believe rumors; "Each way and move" means this way and that, making no headway.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''The purest treasure mortal times afford
    Is spotless reputation.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mowbray, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 1, l. 177-8. On being accused of treason.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''O good old man, how well in thee appears
    The constant service of the antique world,
    When service sweat for duty, not for meed!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orlando, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 3, l. 56-8. Imagining a golden age when doing the job was its own reward.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''Ha? No more moving?
    Still as the grave.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 5, sc. 2, l. 94. "Still (or silent) as the grave (or death)" was proverbial.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''We marry
    A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
    And make conceive a bark of baser kind
    By bud of nobler race. This is an art
    Which does mend nature—change it rather; but
    The art itself is nature.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polixenes, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 92-7. Instructing Perdita in the art of grafting, and, paradoxically, arguing that art is nature.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
    I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 4, l. 157-8. Falstaff claims to have killed Hotspur, and Hal does not expose the lie; "do thee grace" means bring you credit.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''After my death I wish no other herald,
    No other speaker of my living actions
    To keep mine honor from corruption,
    But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Katherine, in Henry VIII, act 4, sc. 2, l. 69-72. Griffith has just spoken of the good qualities of Wolsey.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,
    For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 52-3. On seeing Juliet, he dismisses his earlier passion for Rosaline.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • ''O wise and upright judge!
    How much more elder art thou than thy looks!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1, l. 251. On Portia, who has led him to think he can have his pound of flesh.
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.

Read more quotations »
Best Poem of William Shakespeare

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 ...

Read the full of Fear No More

Sonnet Cviii

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

[Report Error]