William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''She cannot love,
    Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
    She is so self-endeared.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hero, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 1, l. 54-6. Commenting on Beatrice knowing that she is listening.
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  • ''Good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 3, l. 309-10. Iago seems to praise wine as friendly, but a "familiar" was also the name for demons who attended to witches in the shape of creatures.
  • ''Teach thy necessity to reason thus:
    There is no virtue like necessity.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. John of Gaunt, in Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 277-8. Trying to comfort his banished son; proverbial ("to make a virtue of necessity").
  • ''O God, that one might read the book of fate,
    And see the revolution of the times
    Make mountains level, and the continent,
    Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
    Into the sea.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 3, sc. 1, l. 45-9. Gloomily expecting one calamity after another.
  • ''I have ventured
    Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
    This many summers in a sea of glory,
    But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
    At length broke under me and now has left me,
    Weary and old with service, to the mercy
    Of a rude stream that must forever hide me.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry VIII (by Shakespeare and probably John Fletcher) (III, ii). OHFP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
  • ''Make thick my blood,
    Stop up th' access and passage to remorse,
    That no compunctious visitings of nature
    Shake my fell purpose.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 5, l. 43-6. If the blood is "thick," no pity or remorse ("compunctious visitings") can flow from the heart; the "purpose" is murder.
  • ''Her voice was ever soft,
    Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 5, sc. 3, l. 273-4. Referring to his daughter Cordelia.
  • ''It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 4, l. 121. proverbial, and echoing Genesis 9.6, "Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed."
  • ''Maria. He's drunk nightly in your company.
    Sir Toby Belch. With drinking healths to my niece. I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Maria and Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 3, l. 36-40. Referring to Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
  • ''This I do now, and this shall ever be,
    I will be true, despite thy scythe and thee.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change (l. 13-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.

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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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain

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