William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''A surfeit of the sweetest things
    The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lysander, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 2, l. 137-8. Finding he now hates his earlier love, Hermia.
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  • ''Nothing in his life
    Became him like the leaving it. He died
    As one that had been studied in his death
    To throw away the dearest thing he owed
    As 'twere a careless trifle.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malcolm, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 4, l. 7-11 (1623). Referring to Cawdor.
  • ''Pardon, goddess of the night,
    Those that slew thy virgin knight,
    For the which, with songs of woe,
    Round about her tomb they go.
    Midnight, assist our moan;
    Help us to sigh and groan,
    Heavily, heavily.
    Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
    Till death be uttered,
    Heavily, heavily.
    Now unto thy bones good night!
    Yearly will I do this rite.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Much Ado about Nothing (V, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orlando, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 10. Unexpressive means inexpressible.
  • ''Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Page, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act 5, sc. 5, l. 153-4. Page's description of Falstaff and his great belly.
  • ''The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
    tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral,
    scene individable, or poem unlimited.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Polonius, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 396-400. Listing every kind of play, and then some.
  • ''Mark now how a plain tale shall put you down.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Hal, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 4, l. 254-5. Telling the true story to expose Falstaff's lies.
  • ''Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Queen Margaret, in Henry VI, Part 2, act 3, sc. 2, l. 356. Bidding farewell to her banished lover.
  • ''It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
    No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
    Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 5, l. 6-8. To Juliet; their wedding night has ended all too soon.
  • ''How like a fawning publican he looks!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 3, l. 41. Referring to Antonio as if he were a tax collector for the ancient Romans; an allusion to Luke 18: 10-14, where the publican looks down humbly in contrast to the Pharisee, showing that "everyone that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted."

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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 Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?

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