William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

English Playwright, Poet, Most widely known Writer in English Literature

Author Quotes

Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom of good old Abraham!

Stay away from the language of thought, and rashly thought - from the action.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace to silence envious tongues.

Stuffing the ears of men with false report.

Such stuff as madmen tongue.

Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend.

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair; and at their heels, a huge infectious troop of pale distemperatures and foes to life.

Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task.

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff.

Such tricks hath strong imagination That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; treason is but trusted like the fox, who never so tame, so cherished and locked up, will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

Sweet, above thought I love thee.

Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.

Still to remember wrongs?

Such a house broke? So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm And go along with him?

Such war of white and red within her cheeks.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind! The thief doth fear each bush an officer. King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Gloucester at V, vi)

Sweet, bid me hold my tongue, for in this rapture I shall surely speak the thing I shall repent.

Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon, and fightest with the sword of Deborah.

Still you keep o' th' windy side of the law.

Such a nature, tickled with good success, disdains the shadow which he treads on at noon.

Such was the very armor he had on when he the ambitious Norway combated.

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.

Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Author Picture
First Name
William
Last Name
Shakespeare
Birth Date
1564
Death Date
1616
Bio

English Playwright, Poet, Most widely known Writer in English Literature