William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

So slippery that the fear's as bad as falling.

So true a fool is love that in your will, though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

So. Lie there, my art.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death, Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Something wicked this way comes.

Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, by use all gently, for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. It out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. For anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve, the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to speak profanely), that neither having th' accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them, for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered. That's villainous and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready. Hamlet, Act iii, Scene 2

Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.

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 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?

Slender: Why do your dogs bark so? Be there bears i' the town? Anne: I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.

So call the field to rest: and let's away, to part the glories of this happy day.

So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical. Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Orsino, Duke of Illyria at I, i)

So many miseries have craz'd my voice, that my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.

So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not!

So turns she every man the wrong side out, and never gives to truth and virtue that which simpleness and merit purchaseth.

So; now prosperity begins to mellow, and drop into the rotten mouth of death. Here in these confines slily have I lurk’d, to watch the waning of mine enemies. A dire induction am I witness to, and will to France; hoping the consequence will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.

Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Antony and Cleopatra (Cleopatra at II, v)

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish, a vapor sometime like a bear or lion, a towered citadel, a pendant rock, a forked mountain, or blue promontory with trees upon't that nod unto the world and mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs: they are black vesper's pageants.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

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First Name
William
Last Name
Shakespeare
Birth Date
1564
Death Date
1616
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English Playwright, Poet, Most widely known Writer in English Literature