William Shakespeare Quotes
''Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrownWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 2, l. 254-5. Orlando has defeated Charles the wrestler, and "overthrown" Rosalind, who has fallen in love with him.
More than your enemies.''
''Sir Andrew Aguecheek. Here's the challenge, read it. I warrant there's vinegar and pepper in't.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Andrew Aguecheek and Fabian, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 4, l. 143-5. "Saucy" means both spicy and impertinent.
Fabian. Is't so saucy?''
''Signor Antonio, many a time and oftWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Merchant of Venice (I, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances.
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me misbeliever, cutthroat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.''
''The truest poetry is the most feigning.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Touchstone, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 3, l. 19-20. Reviving an old argument that poets who "feign," or make fictions, are liars.
''What is your substance, whereof are you made,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. What is your substance, whereof are you made (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfiet
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new;
Speak of the spring and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.''
''If all the world could have seen 't, the woe had been universal.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 3rd Gentleman, in The Winter's Tale, act 5, sc. 2, l. 91-2. On the reporting of the (supposed) death of Hermione.
''I thank my fortune for it,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antonio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 1, l. 41-3. He is glad that his merchandise is not exported in a single ship ("bottom").
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Nor to one place.''
''We see which way the stream of time doth run.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Archbishop of York, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 2, l. 70. Accepting what is inevitable.
''Great griefs, I see, medicine the less.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Belarius, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 2, l. 243. Alluding to the proverb, a greater sorrow (for the supposed death of Imogen) drives out a lesser one (for the death of Cloten).
''Brakenbury. What, so brief?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brakenbury and 2nd Murderer, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 4, l. 88-9. The murderer who has come for Clarence treats the Lieutenant of the Tower with scant respect.
2nd Murderer. 'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious.''
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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 ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?