William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
    A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
    Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
    Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
    All scattered in the bottom of the sea.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Clarence, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 4, l. 24-8. Describing his dream of wealth scattered among dead bodies.
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  • ''When you sued staying,
    Then was the time for words; no going then;
    Eternity was in our lips and eyes.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 3, l. 33-5. "Sued staying" means begged to stay; Antony is setting off for Rome.
  • ''My love doth so approve him,
    That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns—
    Prithee unpin me—have grace and favor in them.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Desdemona, in Othello, act 4, sc. 3, l. 19-21. To Emilia, about Othello's harsh behavior.
  • ''Small herbs have grace; great weeds do grow apace.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Duke of York, in Richard III, act 2, sc. 4, l. 13. Citing Richard's comment, a criticism of the fast-growing boy; "grace" means good qualities.
  • ''There lives not three good men unhanged in England, and one of
    them is fat and grows old.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 130-2. The fat one is himself.
  • ''She prizes not such trifles as these are.
    The gifts she looks from me are packed and locked
    Up in my heart, which I have given already,
    But not delivered.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Florizel, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 357-60. Speaking to his disguised father, Polixenes, about Perdita; his gifts are love and marriage.
  • ''Henceforth I'll bear
    Affliction till it do cry out itself
    "Enough, enough," and die.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gloucester, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 6, l. 75-7.
  • ''Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope
    a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2, l. 130-2. A biting comment in response to Ophelia saying Hamlet's father died "twice two months" ago.
  • ''Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
    The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent
    When we have chid the hasty-footed time
    For parting us—O, is all forgot?
    All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Helena, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 198-202. On finding her school friend Hermia hostile to her.
  • ''Yet this aboundant issue seem'd to me,
    But hope of Orphans, and un-fathered fruite,
    For sommer and his pleasures waite on thee,
    And thou away, the very birds are mute.
    Or if they sing, tis with so dull a cheere.
    That leaves looke pale, dreading the winter's neere.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. How like a winter hath my absence beene (l. 9-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.

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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 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

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