William Shakespeare Quotes
''For what is wedlock forcèd, but a hell,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Suffolk, in Henry VI, Part 1, act 5, sc. 5, l. 62-5. Proposing the King should marry for love.
An age of discord and continual strife?
Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
And is a pattern of celestial peace.''
''Music, ho, music such as charmeth sleep!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titania, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 83. "Charmeth" means induces like a charm.
''Make me a willow cabin at your gate,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 268-76. Her sentimental description of a devoted lover; the willow was a symbol of unrequited love; "my soul" means Olivia; "cantons" means songs.
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out "Olivia!" O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth
But you should pity me.''
''1st Lady. Madam, we'll tell tales.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Lady and Queen, in Richard II, act 3, sc. 4, l. 10-16. "Remember" means remind.
Queen. Of sorrow or of joy?
1st Lady. Of either, madam.
Queen. Of neither, girl.
For if of joy, being altogether wanting,
It doth remember me the more of sorrow.
Or if of grief, being altogether had,
It adds more sorrow to my want of joy.''
''We must not make a scarecrow of the law,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Angelo, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 1, l. 1-4. "Fear" means frighten.
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch and not their terror.''
''O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 254-5. Looking at the dead body of Caesar, now earth; compare Genesis 3:19, "Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!''
''In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bassanio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 1, l. 140-4. The image is from archery; "advised watch" means careful estimation; "forth" means out.
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
The self-same way with more advised watch
To find the other forth, and by adventuring both
I oft found both.''
''Methinks King Richard and myself should meetWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bolingbroke, in Richard II, act 3, sc. 3, l. 54-7. Fire and water were two of the four elements thought to compose all matter (the others being earth and air).
With no less terror than the elements
Of fire and water, when their thundering shock
At meeting tears the cloudy cheeks of heaven.''
''Since the quarrelWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 28-31. Finding specious reasons to join the conspiracy, and admitting it cannot be justified ("Will bear no color") by what Caesar has done.
Will bear no color for the thing he is,
Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,
Would run to these and these extremities.''
''Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassio, in Othello, act 2, sc. 3, l. 262-4. On being cashiered for drinking and quarrelling.
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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 ...
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