William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''He is the only man of Italy,
    Always excepted my dear Claudio.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hero, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 1, l. 92-3. Praising Benedick in the hope of making the listening Beatrice fall in love with him.
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  • ''The Moor—howbeit that I endure him not—
    Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
    And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
    A most dear husband.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 1, l. 288-91. Speaking to the audience about Othello.
  • ''Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
    And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
    Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
    But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. John of Gaunt Richard II, act 1, sc. 3, l. 227-30. To King Richard, who has just banished his son, Bolingbroke.
  • ''As I am a soldier,
    A name that in my thoughts becomes me best.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 3, sc. 3, l. 5-6.
  • ''Presume not that I am the thing I was.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry V, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 5, sc. 5, l. 56. Marking the change in him now he is King.
  • ''Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
    May read strange matters.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 5, l. 62-3. Speaking to her husband; thanes were Scottish noblemen.
  • ''The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
    Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say,
    Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange screams of death,
    And prophesying with accents terrible
    Of dire combustion and confused events,
    New-hatched to the woeful time.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lennox, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 3, l. 54-9. Describing the night of Duncan's murder; "combustion" means tumult.
  • ''I 'gin to be aweary of the sun,
    And wish th' estate o' the world were now undone.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 5, l. 48-9. "'Gin" means begin; "th' estate o' the world" means the condition or fixed order of the universe.
  • ''He does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Maria, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 2, l. 78-80. On Malvolio, referring to the mew Mercator map of 1600, showing the East Indies in full.
  • ''Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul
    Of the wide world dreaming on things to come
    Can yet the lease of my true love control,
    Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
    The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,
    And the sad augurs mock their own presage,
    Incertainties now crown themselves assured,
    And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
    Now with the drops of this most balmy time
    My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,
    Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
    While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
    And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
    When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul (l. 1-14). . . 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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case

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