William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Quotes

  • ''The sleeping and the dead
    Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood
    That fears a painted devil.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 2, l. 50-2. To Macbeth, who cannot face looking on the scene of the murder he has carried out.
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  • '''Tis all men's office to speak patience
    To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
    But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
    To be so moral when he shall endure
    The like himself.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 1, l. 27-31. Everyone has a duty ("office") to advise patience to those who writhe ("wring") in suffering, but no one who suffers has the ability to preach patience to himself.
  • ''Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 5, l. 18-22 (1623). On hearing of the death of Lady Macbeth.
  • ''The best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Maria, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 3, l. 150-2. On Malvolio; "The best persuaded of himself" means having the best opinion of himself.
  • ''O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night
    To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Nurse, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 3, l. 159-60. On hearing Friar Lawrence counselling Romeo, who has tried to kill himself.
  • ''It is the very error of the moon,
    She comes more near the earth than she was wont,
    And makes men mad.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 5, sc. 2, l. 109-11. The term "lunacy" is derived from "luna," Latin for moon, reflecting the popular belief expressed in these lines.
  • ''The year growing ancient,
    Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
    Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o'the season
    Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Perdita, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 79-82. "Gillyvors" are a kind of carnation or pink.
  • ''Since he hath got the jewel that I loved,
    And that which you did swear to keep for me,
    I will become as liberal as you,
    I'll not deny him anything I have,
    No, not my body nor my husband's bed.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 5, sc. 1, l. 224-8. Teasing Bassanio, who has given Portia's ring to the lawyer Balthasar, not knowing that Balthasar was Portia in disguise.
  • ''"Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire."
    Why, that's the lady, all the world desires her.''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince of Morocco, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 7, l. 37-8. Reading the message on the golden casket.
  • ''Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
    But that his simple truth must be abused
    With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?''
    William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 3, l. 51-3. Falsely protesting his honest simplicity; "Jacks" is a scornful term for people of lower rank or low breeding.

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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 Li

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;

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