William Shakespeare Quotes
''The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edgar, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 4, l. 134 (1623). Spoken by Edgar in the guise of Poor Tom.
''Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in someWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 3, sc. 3, l. 4-7. "Suddenly" means at once; "in some liking" means inclined to do it.
liking. I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall
have no strength to repent.''
''Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Francisco and Bernardo, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 8-10. Francisco's sense of foreboding ("I am sick at heart") establishes right away the atmosphere of the play.
And I am sick at heart.
Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard?
Francisco. Not a mouse stirring.''
''You have too much respect upon the world.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gratiano, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 1, l. 74-5. Telling Antonio he has too anxious a regard ("respect") for his business affairs ("upon the world").
They lose it that do buy it with much care.''
''Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 213-6. a bleak view of death as mere oblivion, but recalling Genesis 3.19, where man was made of earth by God; "winter's flaw" means gust of cold wind.
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw!''
''One good deed dying tonguelessWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermione, in The Winter's Tale, act 1, sc. 2, l. 92-4. On praise as the reward of doing good.
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that;
Our praises are our wages.''
''But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 1, sc. 3, l. 329-32, 334-5. "Motions" means sensual impulses; "sect or scion" means branch or offshoot.
''Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. John of Gaunt, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 236. Proverbial; compare Revelation, 10:9-10.
''The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 4, l. 58-61. Anticipating disorder after his death.
In forms imaginary, th' unguided days
And rotten times that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.''
''Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry V (IV, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children, and our sins lay on the King!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heartsease
Must kings neglect that private men enjoy!
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshipers?
What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?''
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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 ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,