William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Though this be madness, yet there is
    method in't.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polonius, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 206-7 (1604). Referring to the logic in Hamlet's "mad" discourse. The expression, "there is method in my/his/her madness" has entered common usage.
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  • ''Thou and I
    Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner-time.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 197-8. To Peto, on their way to fight with rebels.
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  • ''Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
    That no king can corrupt.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Katherine, in Henry VIII, act 3, sc. 1, l. 100-1. Rejecting the corrupt advice of Wolsey and Campeius.
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  • ''O, give me thy hand,
    One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 5, sc. 3, l. 81-2. Addressing Paris, whom he has just fought and killed.
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  • ''Signior Antonio, many a time and oft
    In the Rialto you have rated me
    About my moneys and my usances.
    Still have I borne it with a patient shrug
    (For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe).''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 3, l. 106-10. "Rated" means berated; "usances" means usury.
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  • ''Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
    And never yet could frame my will to it,
    And therefore frame the law unto my will.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Suffolk, in Henry VI, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 7-9. Having neglected study of the law ("been a truant"), he makes his own, since he cannot adapt or bend ("frame") his will to it.
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  • ''Thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
    On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titania, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 1, l. 140-1. To Bottom, transformed by Oberon's magic into an ass; "fair virtue's force" means power of your unblemished excellence.
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  • ''I hold the olive in my hand. My words are as full of peace as matter.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 209-11. Bringing Orsino's message of love to Olivia.
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  • ''How now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Gentleman, in Measure for Measure, act 1, sc. 2, l. 58-9. Greeting the bawd, Mistress Overdone.
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  • ''The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
    May have in the sworn twelve a thief or two
    Guiltier than him they try.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Angelo, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 1.
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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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