William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

STEPHANO: Here; swear then how thou escapedst. TRINCULO: Swam ashore man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. STEPHANO: Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Stoop, boys. This gate Instructs you how t' adore the heavens and bows you to a morning's holy office. Cymbeline (Belarius at III, iii)

Such as we are made of, such we be.

Summer's parching heat.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 'tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? As You Like It (First Lord at II, i)

Sweets to the sweet! Farewell. Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Gertrude, Queen of Denmark at V, i)

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.

Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping Winter treads, even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. Romeo and Juliet (Capulet at I, ii)

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, which like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head; and this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. As You Like It (Duke Senior at II, i)

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

Still as the peaceful walks of ancient night; silent as are the lamps that burn on tombs.

Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray. God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband.

Superfluous branches we lop away, that bearing boughs may live. Richard II, Act iii, Scene 4

Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE: Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK: O, stay but till then! BEATRICE: 'Then' is spoken; fare you well now.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say, — Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: so quick bright things come to confusion.

She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd that heaven had made her such a man: She thank'd me, and bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story and that would woo her.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining; though woe be heavy, yet it seldom sleeps, and they who watch, see time how slow it creeps.

Silence is not a language, it’s a weapon to make your dear one to feel.

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: I know, to be up late is to be up late. SIR TOBY BELCH: A false conclusion. I hate it as an unfilled can. To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early; so that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes.

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty, beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found, a love that makes breath poor and speech unable.

Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid that kings should let their ears hear their faults hid!

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