William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''This is a slight unmeritable man,
    Meet to be sent on errands.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 1, l. 12-3. To Octavius, showing his contempt for the third member of the triumvirate, Lepidus.
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  • ''There is no vice so simple but assumes
    Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bassanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2, l. 81-2. "Simple" means plain or unadulterated.
  • ''Then England's ground, farewell. Sweet soil, adieu,
    My mother and my nurse that bears me yet!
    Where e'er I wander, boast of this I can:
    Though banished, yet a true-born Englishman.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bolingbroke, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 306-9. Spoken as he goes off to exile.
  • ''I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
    But for the general: he would be crowned.
    How that might change his nature, there's the question.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 11-3. Thinking about the conspiracy against Caesar.
  • ''He hath achieved a maid
    That paragons description and wild fame;
    One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassio, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 61-3. The maid is Desdemona, who surpasses ("paragons") description, and goes beyond the witty conceptions ("quirks") of those who would proclaim her beauty ("blazon" is a term from heraldry, meaning originally a shield or badge).
  • ''Methoughts a legion of foul fiends
    Environed me, and howled in mine ears
    Such hideous cries that with the very noise
    I trembling waked, and for a season after
    Could not believe but that I was in hell,
    Such terrible impression made my dream.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Clarence, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 4, l. 58-63. his fearful dream. Anticipating his own death.
  • ''If you find him sad,
    Say I am dancing; if in mirth, report
    That I am sudden sick.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 3, l. 3-5. Teasing Antony by being contrary.
  • ''For let our finger ache, and it endues
    Our other healthful members even to a sense
    Of pain.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Desdemona, in Othello, act 3, sc. 4, l. 146-8. "Endues" means brings.
  • ''This wide and universal theatre
    Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
    Wherein we play in.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Duke Senior, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 7, l. 136-9. He has just heard from Orlando of Adam's sufferings from age and hunger.
  • ''I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged. It could not be else, I have drunk medicines.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 2, l. 18-20. Speaking of Poins, who has taken his horse.

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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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