William Shakespeare Quotes
''So to your pleasures,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jaques, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 4, l. 92-3. Separating himself from the general happy ending, Jaques returns to the cave in the forest.
I am for other than for dancing measures.''
''They surfeited with honey and beganWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 2, l. 71-3. How the people became tired of seeing Richard II.
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.''
''Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry VI, Part 2, act 3, sc. 3, l. 31. On the tormented dying of Cardinal Beaufort.
''Villain, thou know'st nor law of God nor man;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Anne, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 2, l. 71. To Richard, displaying the corpse of Henry VI, slain by him; "nor law" means neither law.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.''
''Turn all her mother's pains and benefitsWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 4, l. 286-9. Cursing his daughter Goneril.
To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!''
''One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lysander, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 2, l. 41-2. Lysander trying to persuade Hermia to sleep by him.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.''
''My more-having would be as a sauceWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malcolm, in Macbeth, act 4, sc. 3, l. 81-2.
To make me hunger more.''
''My love is as a fever, longing stillWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. My love is as a fever, longing still (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.''
''I do desire we may be better strangers.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orlando, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 253 (1623). Speaking to Jaques.
''These lovers cry, O ho they die!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pandarus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 1, l. 121-4. Pandarus's song is about sexual consummation.
Yet that which seems the wound to kill
Doth turn O ho! to ha, ha, he!
So dying love lives still.''
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;