William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 1, l. 50-1. Imagining in her sleep-walking that she can smell Duncan's blood on her hands.
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  • ''O heavens!
    If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
    Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old,
    Make it your cause; send down, and take my part.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 189-92. "Allow" means approve; Lear is thinking of the disobedience and ingratitude of his daughters.
  • '''Tis the eye of childhood
    That fears a painted devil.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Macbeth (II, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Malvolio, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 145-6. Reading Maria's letter that feeds his self-importance.
  • ''Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
    Are thou to break into this woman's mood,
    Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Northumberland, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 1, sc. 3, l. 236-8. To Hotspur, who keeps talking, too enraged to listen to anyone.
  • ''There is no woman's sides
    Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
    As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
    So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
    Alas, their love may be called appetite.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orsino, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 93-7. Speaking to Cesario, really Viola in disguise; "bide" means endure.
  • ''A woman impudent and mannish grown
    Is not more loathed than an effeminate man
    In time of action.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Patroclus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 3, l. 216-9. Speaking of his own reluctance to fight; Thersites calls Patroclus Achilles' "masculine whore."
  • ''Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things ... nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes: it provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Porter, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 3, l. 25-7 (1623). "Nose-painting" refers to the drunkard's red nose.
  • ''This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
    Sits not so easy on me as you think.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 5, sc. 2, l. 44-5. On taking the throne as Henry V...
  • ''O sir, to wilful men
    The injuries that they themselves procure
    Must be their schoolmasters.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Regan, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 302-4.

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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 Li

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;

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