William Shakespeare Quotes
''Come to my woman's breasts,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.
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief!''
''You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 272-3.
As full of grief as age, wretched in both.''
''I have almost forgot the taste of fears.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.
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.''
''Yet have I fierce affections, and thinkWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mardian, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 5, l. 17-8. An eunuch speaks of his desires.
What Venus did with Mars.''
''In poison there is physic, and these news,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.
Having been well, that would have made me sick,
Being sick, have in some measure made me well.''
''They shall yet belie thy happy yearsWilliam 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.
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.''
''It is yours,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.
And might we lay th'old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse.''
''You have some sick offence within your mind,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.
Which by the right and virtue of my place
I ought to know of.''
''Seven times tried that judgment isWilliam 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.
That did never choose amiss.
Some there be that shadows kiss,
Such have but a shadow's bliss.''
''Conscience is but a word that cowards use,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.
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.''
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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 ...
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;