William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''Men must learn now with pity to dispense,
    For policy sits above conscience.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Stranger, in Timon of Athens, act 3, sc. 2, l. 86-7. Commenting on the refusal of Timon's friends to help him.
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  • ''I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o'the dead
    May walk again.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antigonus, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 3, l. 16-17. After dreaming that he saw Hermione, whom he believes to be dead.
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  • ''Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
    ...
    A curse shall light upon the limbs of men,
    Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
    Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 259, 262-4. The wounds are those of the assassinated Julius Caesar.
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  • ''I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Beatrice, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 1, l. 82-3. On her clearsighted view of marriage.
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  • ''Truly, a peck of provender, I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bottom, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 31-4. Bottom when transformed into an ass; a "bottle" is a truss.
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  • ''Be not easily won to our requests;
    Play the maid's part: still answer nay, and take it.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Buckingham, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 7, l. 51. Advising Richard on how to behave when he is offered the crown; it was proverbial that maids said no when they meant yes.
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  • ''Cassius. I did not think you could have been so angry.
    Brutus. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassius and Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 3, l. 143-4.
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  • ''Death is a fearful thing.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudio, in Measure for Measure, act 3, sc. 1, l. 115. He is in prison, and sentenced to death.
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  • ''A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.... When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cloten, in Cymbeline, act 2, sc. 1.
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  • ''Dogberry. Are you good men and true?
    Verges. Yea, or else it were pity but they should suffer salvation, body and soul.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dogberry and Verges, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 3, l. 1-3. Possibly the earliest comic policemen addressing the watchmen; Verges means to say "damnation."
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Best Poem of William Shakespeare

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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Sonnet Lxvi

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,

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