William Shakespeare


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

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So, of his gentleness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; and every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, wherein it finds a joy above the rest: but these particulars are not my measure; all these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, of more delight than hawks or horses be; and having thee, of all men's pride I boast: wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take all this away and me most wretched make. Sonnet 91

Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some, with traps.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is. Titus Andronicus (Marcus at II, iv)

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak of one that loved not wisely, but too well; of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, perplexed in the extreme: of one, whose hand like the base Indian, threw a pearl away, richer than all his tribe: of one, whose subdued eyes, albeit unused to the melting mood, drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees their medicinal gum.

Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood!

She will not stay the siege of loving terms, nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Scene 3.

Sigh no more Ladies, sigh no more men were deceivers ever, one foote in Sea, and one on shore, too one thing constant never. Much Ado About Nothing

Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, and that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him anything I have, no, not my body nor my husband's bed.

SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: Before me, she's a good wench. SIR TOBY BELCH: She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o' that? SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: I was adored once, too.

Sir, I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen (or long have dreamed so), certain The daughter of a king, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Sleep, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found: Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better that the world may see my pleasure; Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look, Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. Sonnet 75

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

So man and man should be, but clay and clay differs in dignity, whose dust is both alike.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

So thou being rich in will add to thy will.

So, on your patience evermore attending, new joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.

Some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Something have you heard of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it, since not th'exterior nor the inward man resembles that it was.

Sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words.

Speak of the one that loves not wisely but too well.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

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