William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

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.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

Show me the steep and thorny way.

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.

Since what I am to say must be but that which contradicts my accusation, and the testimony on my part no other but what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me to say, "not guilty." mine integrity, being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, be so received. But thus: if powers divine behold our human actions, as they do, I doubt not then but innocence shall make false accusation blush and tyranny tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, who least will seem to do so, my past life hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, as I am now unhappy; which is more than history can pattern, though devised and played to take spectators. For behold me-- a fellow of the royal bed, which owe a moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, the mother to a hopeful prince -- here standing to prate and talk for life and honor 'fore who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it as I weigh grief, which I would spare. For honor, 'tis a derivative from me to mine, and only that I stand for. I appeal to your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes came to your court, how I was in your grace, how merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strained t' appear thus; if one jot beyond the bound of honor, or in act or will that way inclining, hardened be the hearts of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin cry fie upon my grave!

SIR TOBY: Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? FESTE: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Scene iii

Sir, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words; therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

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