William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Come to my woman's breasts,
    And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
    Wherever in your sightless substances
    You wait on nature's mischief!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 5, l. 46-9. Summoning spirits ("ministers") to make her ruthless; "sightless" means invisible.
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  • ''You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
    As full of grief as age, wretched in both.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 272-3.
  • ''I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
    The time has been, my senses would have cooled
    To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
    Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
    As life were in't. I have supped full with horrors;
    Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
    Cannot once start me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 5, l. 9-15. "My fell" means my skin covered in hair, or all my hair; "dismal treatise" means horror story.
  • ''Yet have I fierce affections, and think
    What Venus did with Mars.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mardian, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 5, l. 17-8. An eunuch speaks of his desires.
  • ''In poison there is physic, and these news,
    Having been well, that would have made me sick,
    Being sick, have in some measure made me well.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Northumberland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 137-9. Bad news stimulates him to act.
  • ''They shall yet belie thy happy years
    That say thou art a man. Diana's lip
    Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
    Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
    And all is semblative a woman's part.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Orsino, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 4, l. 30-4. Almost penetrating Viola's disguise as his page Cesario; "rubious" means red; "pipe" means voice; "is semblative" means resembles.
  • ''It is yours,
    And might we lay th'old proverb to your charge,
    So like you, 'tis the worse.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Paulina, in The Winter's Tale, act 2, sc. 3, l. 96-8. Showing Leontes his baby daughter; implying that it would be better for the child if she were not like her father.
  • ''You have some sick offence within your mind,
    Which by the right and virtue of my place
    I ought to know of.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in Julius Caesar, act 2, sc. 1, l. 268-70. Demanding, as Brutus's wife, to know what troubles him.
  • ''Seven times tried that judgment is
    That did never choose amiss.
    Some there be that shadows kiss,
    Such have but a shadow's bliss.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince of Arragon, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 9, l. 66-7. The message in the silver casket telling him his hopes were illusory.
  • ''Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
    Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 5, sc. 3, l. 309-10. Dismissing the conscience that had so troubled him in his dreams before the battle with Richmond.

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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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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