William Shakespeare Quotes
''The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 1, l. 94-7. Videlicet means namely. Calculating from the Bible, it was thought that the world was created about 4000 B.C..
videlicet, in a love-cause.''
''As true a loverWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Silvius, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 4, l. 26-7. On the absurdity of unrequited love.
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.''
''Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faithWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Merchant of Venice (IV, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men.''
''Bear your body more seeming, Audrey.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Touchstone, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 4, l. 68-9. "Seeming" means seemly, decorously.
''The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Westmoreland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 1, l. 46. On what an archbishop's vestments symbolize.
''Woe to that land that's governed by a child.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 3rd Citizen, in Richard III, act 2, sc. 3, l. 11. Hearing news of the death of King Edward IV; proverbial, from the Bible (Ecclesiastes, 10:16).
''An evil soul producing holy witnessWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antonio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 3, l. 99-101. Referring to Shylock.
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.''
''So work the honey-bees,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Archbishop of Canterbury, in Henry V, act 1, sc. 2, l. 187-9.
Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.''
''Being your slave, what should I do but tendWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Being your slave, what should I do but tend (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require:
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu:
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those;
So true a fool is love, that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.''
''My particular griefWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brabantio, in Othello, act 1, sc. 3, l. 55-8. Overwhelmed (as if a "flood-gate" were open) by the loss of his daughter, his grief engulfs ("engluts") other feelings.
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.''
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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 ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,