William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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  • ''He promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lucio, in Measure for Measure, act 1, sc. 2, l. 75-6. To a gentleman, remarking on Claudio's failure to keep an appointment.
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  • ''Malcolm. Dispute it like a man.
    Macduff. I shall do so;
    But I must also feel it as a man.
    I cannot but remember such things were
    That were most precious to me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malcolm and Macduff, in Macbeth, act 4, sc. 3, l. 220-3. "Dispute it" means struggle against your grief.
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  • ''You love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mrs. Page, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act 2, sc. 1, l. 8-10. Falstaff's way of making love to Mistress Page.
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  • ''If ever you have looked on better days.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orlando, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 7, l. 113. Asking to be pitied.
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  • ''He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
    Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 342-3. "Wanting" means missing; the idea became proverbial.
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  • ''Polonius. My lord, I will take my leave of you.
    Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will not more willingly part withal—except my life, except my life, except my life.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polonius and Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 213-16. Hamlet affects madness, but his melancholy and death-wish are genuine.
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  • ''I would I could
    Quit all offences with as clear excuse
    As well as I am doubtless I can purge
    Myself of many I am charged withal.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 2, l. 18-21. Apologizing to his father, King Henry; "quit" means be clear of.
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  • ''They should be good men, their affairs as righteous,
    But all hoods make not monks.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Katherine, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 1, l. 23. Referring to the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius; it was proverbial that a monk's hood does not guarantee holiness.
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  • ''Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 47. On Juliet; "dear" means precious.
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  • ''Some men there are love not a gaping pig,
    Some that are mad if they behold a cat,
    And others when the bag-pipe sings i'th nose
    Cannot contain their urine.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act. 4, sc. 1 (c. 1597).
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Sonnet Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,