William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Let still the woman take
    An elder than herself. So wears she to him;
    So sways she level in her husband's heart.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orsino, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 29-31. Giving to his page Cesario (Viola in disguise) advice that is ironically more appropriate to Viola.
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  • ''I am a man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratched.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Parolles, in All's Well That Ends Well, act 5, sc. 2, l. 26-7. Appealing for pity after being exposed as a liar and braggart.
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  • ''This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pompey, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 2, sc. 7, l. 96. A Roman feast, less of an orgy than one in Alexandria, Egypt.
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  • ''Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Henry, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 1, sc. 2, l. 88-9. Echoing the Bible, Proverbs 1:23-4.
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  • '''Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Regan, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 1, l. 293-4. On Lear casting off his daughter Cordelia.
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  • ''My way is to conjure you, and I'll begin with the women. I
    charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like
    as much of this play as please you.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, epilogue, l. 11-4.
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  • ''If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 1, l. 64-73. Intending to demand his pound of flesh from Antonio.
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  • ''Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. The Duke of Milan, in The Two Gentlemen of Verona, act 3, sc. 2. In the Renaissance period, poetry, like love, was thought to be a divine furor.
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  • ''Poor harmless fly,
    That with his pretty buzzing melody
    Came here to make us merry. And thou hast killed him!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titus, in Titus Andronicus, act 3, sc. 2, l. 63-5. To his brother Marcus; Titus is going mad.
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  • ''Thou hast never in thy life
    Showed thy dear mother any courtesy,
    When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood,
    Has clucked thee to the wars, and safely home
    Loaden with honor.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Volumnia, in Coriolanus, act 5, sc. 3, l. 160-4. His mother pleads with Coriolanus not to make war on Rome; a strikingly homely image for a patrician lady.
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

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 ...

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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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