William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown,
    What dreadful noise of waters in my ears!
    What sights of ugly death within my eyes!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Clarence, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 4, l. 21-3. Describing a fearful dream; anticipating his own death.
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  • ''It is great
    To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
    Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 5, sc. 2, l. 4-6. Contemplating suicide, after Antony's death.
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  • ''If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
    To the last article.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Desdemona, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 21-2.
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  • ''Sweet are the uses of adversity
    Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
    Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Duke Senior, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 1.
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  • ''Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou dost, and do it with
    unwashed hands too.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 183-4. To Prince Hal now that he is reconciled with the king.
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  • ''Each your doing,
    So singular in each particular,
    Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds,
    That all your acts are queens.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Florizel, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, 143-6. Praising Perdita; everything she does seems unique ("singular"), and superb; he doesn't yet know that she is in fact royal and a princess.
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  • ''Is wretchedness deprived that benefit
    To end itself by death? 'Twas yet some comfort
    When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage
    And frustrate his proud will.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gloucester, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 6, l. 61-4. Stoics like Seneca defended suicide as a way to cheat "beguile" the enmity of tyrants like Nero in ancient Rome.
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  • ''Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and god-like reason,
    To fust in us unused.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 4, sc. 4. This passage is absent from the 1623 Folio edition.
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  • ''O happy fair!
    Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue's sweet air
    More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear
    When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Helena, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 1, sc. 1, l. 182-5. To Hermia, whose eyes, she says, draw those of Demetrius just as navigators fix their eyes on a guiding star.
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  • ''Put money in thy purse.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 1, sc. 3, l. 339-40. Proverbial now, implying that anything can be bought.
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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 ...

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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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