William Shakespeare Quotes
''If powers divineWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermione, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 2, l. 28-31.
Behold our human actionsas they do
I doubt not then but innocence shall make
False accusation blush.''
''Not poppy, nor mandragora,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 330-3. Opiates were derived from poppy (opium) and mandragora (mandrake, of the deadly nightshade family).
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owed'st yesterday.''
''This blessèd plot, this earth, this realm, this EnglandWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Contrasting England as "This other Eden" with its present state of degeneration, "leased out ... like to a tenement or pelting farm." John of Gaunt, in Richard II, act 2, sc. 1.
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
. . .
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land.''
''Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribsWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 1, l. 9, 12-4. Sleep comes easier in a smoky hovel ("crib") than in a palace.
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lulled with sound of sweetest melody?''
''By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry V (IV, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honor
I am the most offending soul alive.''
''But screw your courage to the sticking-placeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 7, l. 60-1 (1623). Exhorting Macbeth to carry out the murder of Duncan.
And we'll not fail.''
''A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 6, l. 150-4. Addressing the blind Gloucester.
see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear: change places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?''
''Though castles topple on their warder's heads,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 4, sc. 1, l. 58-63. A warder is a guardian; "nature's germens" means the seeds or rudiments from which it was thought all living organisms developed.
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sickenanswer me
To what I ask you.''
''He swore he would never marry, and yet now, in despite of his heart, he eats his meat without grudging; and how you may be converted I know not, but methinks you look with your eyes as other women do.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Margaret, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 4, l. 88-92. Speaking to Beatrice about Benedick, who now is content to be a lover ("eats his meat without grudging").
'''Tis with my mindWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Northumberland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 2, sc. 3, l. 62-4. "Still-stand" suggests the moment at which the tide is about to turn.
As with the tide swelled up unto his height,
That makes a still-stand, running neither way.''
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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 ...
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