William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''But his flawed heart
    (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)
    'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
    Burst smilingly.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edgar, in King Lear, act 5, sc. 3, l. 197-200. On the death of his father, Gloucester; "flawed" means cracked.
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  • ''What is honor? A word. What is in that word honor? What is
    that honor? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died
    o' Wednesday.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 133-5. Reducing fame and moral obligation to mere noise.
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  • ''Ford. If money go before, all ways do lie open.
    Falstaff. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ford and Falstaff, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act 2, sc. 2, l. 168-70. Ford, disguised, is exposing Falstaff's corrupt way of thinking.
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  • ''I would with such perfection govern, sir,
    T'excel the golden age.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gonzalo, in The Tempest, act 2, sc. 1, l. 170-1. The climax of his vision of a utopian society; the mythical golden age of antiquity was an age of innocence and plenty.
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  • ''Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 180-1 (1604). Said of Hamlet's father's jester, whose skull has just been dug up. "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?"
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  • ''The sun was not so true unto the day
    As he to me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermia, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 50-1. Lamenting the disappearance of Lysander.
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  • ''Horribly stuffed with epithets of war.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 1, sc. 1, l. 14 (1623). Describing Othello.
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  • ''Farewell, and if my fortune be not crossed,
    I have a father, you a daughter, lost.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Jessica, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 5, l. 56-7. Said as her father Shylock leaves; she is aiming to elope with Lorenzo.
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  • ''Are these things then necessities?
    Then let us meet them like necessities.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 1, l. 92-3.
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  • ''Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry IV, Pt. I (V, i). NAEL-1. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
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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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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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