William Shakespeare Quotes
''The murmuring surge,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edgar, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 6, l. 20-2. Imagining being on the cliffs at Dover.
That on th' unnumbered idle pebble chafes,
Cannot be heard so high.''
''To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feastWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 4, sc. 2, l. 79-80. He prefers feasting to fighting.
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.''
''What we have we prize not to the worthWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Friar Francis, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 4, sc. 1, l. 218-22. We do not value at its true worth what we possess, but when we lose a possession, we exaggerate ("rack") its value; he is thinking of Claudio's harsh treatment of Hero.
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,
Why, then we rack the value, then we find
The virtue that possession would not show us
Whiles it was ours.''
''There are a sort of men whose visagesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Gratiano, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 1, l. 88-94. The idea is that their faces take on a set expression, like the puckered or wrinkled scum on a stagnant pond; "opinion" means reputation; "conceit" means imagination.
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
And do a willful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!"''
''My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 4, l. 140-2. To Gertrude, who thinks Hamlet is mad.
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
That I have uttered.''
''Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hero, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 1, l. 106. Hero's device to make Beatrice admit she loves Benedick has proved successful.
''She never yet was foolish that was fair,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 137-8. No matter how silly, a beautiful woman may win a rich husband and have a child; "heir" may have two meanings.
For even her folly helped her to an heir.''
''All places that the eye of heaven visitsWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. John of Gaunt, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 275-6. Advising his banished son, Bolingbroke.
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.''
''O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 4, l. 91-3. Haunch means backside, latter part.
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.''
''Therefore doth heaven divideWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry V (I, ii). NAEL-1. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavor in continual motion,
To which is fixed, as an aim or butt,
Obedience; for so work the honeybees,
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.''
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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;