William Shakespeare


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

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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.

Still be kind, and eke out our performance with your mind.

Strike, brave boys, and take your turns.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

Suppose the ambassador from the French comes back: tells Harry that the King doth offer him Katherine his daughter; and with her to dowry some petty and unprofitable dukedoms: the offer likes not.

Sweet fellowship in shame! One drunkard loves another of the name.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop.

She would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too.

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.

Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.

Since I was man, such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry th' affliction nor the fear.

SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

Sir, I shall not be slack, in sign whereof, Please ye we may convive this afternoon And quaff carouses to our mistress's health, And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily but eat and drink as friends.

Sits the wind in that corner?

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