William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest—
    For Brutus is an honorable man;
    So are they all, all honorable men -
    Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 2, l. 81-4. Beginning to make the people question the notion of "honor."
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  • ''Beatrice. But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me?
    Benedick. Suffer love! A good epithet. I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Beatrice and Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 2, l. 64-5. Avoiding sentiment by means of wit.
  • ''O, who can hold a fire in his hand
    By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
    Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
    By bare imagination of a feast?
    Or wallow naked in December snow
    By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
    O no, the apprehension of the good
    Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bolingbroke, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 294-301. Rejecting his father's attempt to console him in his banishment; "fantastic" means imagined.
  • ''I did send to you
    For certain sums of gold, which you denied me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus to Cassius, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 2.
  • ''O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassio, in Othello, act 2, sc. 3, l. 283-6 (1623).
  • ''Thus can the demigod, Authority
    Make us pay down for our offence, by weight,
    The words of heaven: on whom it will, it will;
    On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudio, in Measure for Measure, act 1, sc. 2, l. 120-3. On being committed to prison for getting Juliet with child; the "words of heaven" are from Romans 9: 15-18, where God's pleasure is to have mercy or otherwise as He pleases.
  • ''O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 5, l. 21. Thinking, with a sexual suggestiveness, of the absent Antony.
  • ''The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dick the butcher, in Henry VI, Part 2, act 4, sc. 2, l. 76-7. The first aim of the rebels (Shakespeare's version of the Peasants' Revolt of 1381).
  • ''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, l. 12-14 (1623).
  • ''If I do grow great, I'll grow less, for I'll purge and leave
    sack, and live cleanly as a nobleman should do.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 4, l. 163-5. Imagining he may be rewarded for his claim to have killed Hotspur.

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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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