William Shakespeare


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

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Society is no comfort to one not sociable.

Some jay of Italy, whose mother was her painting, hath betray’d him: poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.

Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages.

So-so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so-so.

Speak what we feel, Not what we ought to say.

Stands Scotland where it did?

She’s a stubborn little brat.

Should all despair that have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind would hang themselves.

SILVIUS: How many actions most ridiculous/Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? CORIN: Into a thousand that I have forgotten. SILVIUS: O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily! If thou remember'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not loved: or if thou hast not sat as I do now, wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, thou hast not loved.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, S' hath sealed thee for herself, for thou hast been As one in suff'ring all that suffers nothing, A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commeddled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs: he will give the devil his due.

Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe; whose strength I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find You need it not. Cymbeline (Iachimo at II, iv)

Sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Balthazar, scene i

So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.

So happy be the issue, brother England, of this good day and of this gracious meeting.

So may I, blind fortune leading me, miss that which one unworthier may attain, and die with grieving.

So so is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1.

So weary with disaster's tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend, or be rid on't.

Soft pity enters an iron gate.

Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud: and, after summer evermore succeeds barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: so cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

Sound all the lofty instruments of war, and by that music let us all embrace, for, heaven to earth, some of us never shall a second time do such a courtesy.

Speak with me, pity me, open the door! A beggar begs that never begged before.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Macbeth, Act i, Scene 4

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