William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''If ever thou shalt love,
    In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
    For such as I am, all true lovers are,
    Unstaid and skittish in all motions else
    Save in the constant image of the creature
    That is beloved.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orsino, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 15-20. His constancy is indeed to the "image" of Olivia, who refuses to see him; "motions" means urges, feelings.
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  • ''Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Patroclus, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 3, l. 229. Referring to Achilles, whose reputation has been damaged by his idleness.
  • ''But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further; I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Porter, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 3, l. 16-9. The porter imagines Macbeth's castle as hell: the flowery path to hell is derived from Matthew 7.13, "broad is the way that leadeth to destruction."
  • ''You shall be as a father to my youth,
    My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
    And I will stoop and humble my intents
    To your well-practiced wise directions.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 5, sc. 2, l. 118-121. Accepting the guidance of the Lord Chief Justice.
  • ''Jesters do oft prove prophets.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Regan, in King Lear, act 5, sc. 3, l. 71. Varying the proverb, "there's many a true word spoken in jest."
  • ''You may as soon make her that you love believe it, which I
    warrant she is apter to do than to confess she does.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 2, l. 387-9. Orlando is trying to make her believe that he loves her.
  • ''The pound of flesh which I demand of him
    Is dearly bought as mine, and I will have it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1, l. 99-100. Insisting on having a pound of Antonio's flesh.
  • ''If I know how or which way to order these affairs
    Thus disorderly thrust into my hands,
    Never believe me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. The Duke of York, in Richard II, act 2, sc. 2, l. 109-11. He has been left to rule England in the absence of King Richard.
  • ''I'll to thy closet and go read with thee
    Sad stories chanced in the times of old.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titus, in Titus Andronicus, act 3, sc. 2, l. 82-3. To his mutilated daughter, Lavinia; "closet" = private room.
  • ''The Prince but studies his companions
    Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
    'Tis needful that the most immodest word
    Be looked upon and learnt, which once attained,
    Your highness knows, comes to no further use
    But to be known and hated.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Warwick, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 4, l. 69-73. On Prince Hal as using Falstaff and others for his education.

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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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