William Shakespeare Quotes
''The gross band of the unfaithful.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 1, l. 194-5. To Orlando, merging love and religion.
''I hate him for he is a Christian;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 3, l. 42-5. On Antonio, his rival merchant; "low simplicity" can mean both modest or humble guilelessness, or base folly; "usance" means usury.
But more, for that in low simplicity
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.''
''The expense of spirit in a waste of shameWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The expense of spirit in a waste of shame (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe,
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.''
''Give me a staff of honor for mine age,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Refusing to be made emperor of Rome. Titus, in Titus Andronicus, act 1, sc. 1, l. 198-9.
But not a sceptre to control the world.''
''Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Warwick, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 1, l. 97-8. Referring to the size of a rebel army.
The numbers of the feared.''
''His poor self,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 2nd Servant, in Timon of Athens, act 4, sc. 2, l. 12-15. On the state of the once-rich Timon.
A dedicated beggar to the air,
With his disease of all-shunned poverty,
Walks, like contempt, alone.''
''There's many a man has more hair than wit.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antipholus of Syracuse, in The Comedy of Errors, act 2, sc. 2, l. 82-3. "Wit" means intelligence or sense.
''O that men's ears should beWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Apemantus, in Timon of Athens, act 1, sc. 2, l. 249-50. On Timon, who refuses to listen to him.
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!''
''The Count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Beatrice, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 1, l. 293-5. Referring to the jealous Claudio; "civil" puns on "Seville," where the bittersweet oranges used to make marmalade are grown.
''The tongues of mocking wenches are as keenWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Boyet, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 2, l. 256-7. On the court-ladies, who have overwhelmed the courtiers by mocking them.
As is the razor's edge invisible.''
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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 ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain