William Shakespeare


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

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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.

Speak to me as to thy thinkings, as thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words.

Stands not within the prospect of belief.

She, O, she is fallen into a pit of ink, that the wide sea hath drops too few to wash her clean again and salt too little which may season give to her foul tainted flesh!

Shortly his fortune shall be lifted higher; true industry doth kindle honour's fire.

Silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,

Sir Hugh, persuade me not--I will make a Starchamber matter of it. If he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, Esquire.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting that would not let me sleep.

Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the King my father's wrack, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air.

Slips of yew, silvered in the moon's eclipse.

So cowards fight when they can fly no further; So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. King Henry the Sixth, Part III (Clifford at I, iv)

So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. Julius Caesar (Cassius at I, ii)

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!

So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue that, his apparent open guilt omitted-- I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife-- He lived from all attainder of suspects. The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (King Richard at III, v)

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition-- Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. A Midsummer Night's Dream (Helena at III, ii)

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