William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Polonius. What do you read, my lord?
    Hamlet. Words, words, words.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polonius and Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 191-2. Hamlet, affecting madness, answers Polonius's question literally.
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  • ''This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back-
    breaker, this huge hill of flesh.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 241-3. Insulting Falstaff.
  • ''Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me
    With thy religious truth and modesty,
    Now in his ashes honor.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Katherine, in Henry VIII, act 4, sc. 2, l. 73-5. Changing her opinion of Cardinal Wolsey; "modesty" = moderation.
  • ''All these woes shall serve
    For sweet discourses in our times to come.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 5, l. 52-3. Leaving Juliet and Verona as a banished man.
  • ''Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
    My sober house.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 5, l. 35-6. Telling his daughter Jessica to close up his house while he is away, and not listen to the Christians revelling outside.
  • ''She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
    She is a woman, therefore to be won.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Suffolk, in Henry VI, Part 1, act 5, sc. 3, l. 78-9. Seeing Margaret of France as a match for King Henry.
  • ''Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
    Will we sing, and bless this place.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titania, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 399-400. Blessing the bridal chamber of Theseus and Hippolyta.
  • ''She never told her love,
    But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud
    Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
    And with a green and yellow melancholy
    She sat like patience on a monument,
    Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 110-5. Disguised as Cesario, she is forced to conceal her love for Orsino, to whom she is speaking.
  • ''Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting-days, and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks, and thou shalt be welcome.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Fisherman, in Pericles, act 2, sc. 1, l. 81-3. The fisherman takes pity on the shipwrecked Pericles; "flap- jacks" = pancakes.
  • ''I not deny
    The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
    May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
    Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice,
    That justice seizes.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Angelo, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 1, l. 18-22. To Escalus, who has been pleading to save Claudio from a sentence of death.

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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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