William Shakespeare Quotes
''For conspiracy,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermione, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 2, l. 71-3. Defending herself in court against accusations that she conspired with Camillo.
I know not how it tastes, though it be dished
For me to try how.''
''He that filches from me my good nameWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 159-61. Provoking Othello to be suspicious of Desdemona.
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.''
''They say the tongues of dying menWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. John of Gaunt, in Richard II, act 2, sc. 1, l. 5-8. It was proverbial that "dying men speak true."
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.''
''Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 4, l. 54. "Fattest" means richest, best; the "weeds" refer to Prince Hal's base companions.
''From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry V (IV, Prologue). "Stilly" means softly; the "foul womb" will give birth to battle at dawn. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch.
Fire answers fire, and through their play flames
Each battle sees the other's umbered face.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.''
''I have given suck, and knowWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 7, l. 54-9. To Macbeth, who is hesitating about murdering Duncan.
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me;
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this.''
''Is there any cause in nature that make these hard hearts?''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 6, l. 77-8.
''Now good digestion wait on appetite,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 4, l. 37-8.
And health on both!''
''Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Marcellus, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 158-64. "Bird of dawning" means the cock; "takes" means bewitches.
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then they say no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed, and so gracious, is that time.''
''For this I shall have time enough to mourn.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Northumberland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 136. Bad news prompts him to action, and to put off mourning.
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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 ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?