William Shakespeare


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

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Since you know you cannot see yourself so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself that of yourself which yet you know not of.

Sir, for a cardecue he will sell the fee simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it, and cut th' entail from all remainders, and a perpetual succession for it perpetually.

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown more than your enemies.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep, and in his simple show he harbors treason. King Henry the Sixth, Part II (Suffolk at III, i)

So every bondman in his own hand bears the power to cancel his captivity.

So light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which gentleman have.

So thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Much Ado About Nothing (Hero at III, i)

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

SOOTHSAYER: Beware the Ides of March. CAESAR: He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.

Speak low if you speak love.

Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?

She that was ever fair, and never proud, had tongue at will, and yet was never loud... She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, see suitors following, and not look behind. She was a wight, if ever such wight were— to suckle fools and chronicle small beer.

She's not well married that lived married long, but she's best married that dies married young.

Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, and bid them speak for me.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, but sad mortality o'ersways their power, how with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, whose action is no stronger than a flower? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, when rocks impregnable are not so stout, nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where alack, shall time's best jewel from time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?

Since you will buckle fortune on my back, To bear her burden whe'r I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load.

Sir, for holy offices I have a time; a time to think upon the part of business which I bear i' th' state; and nature does require her times of preservation, which perforce I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal, must give my tendance to.

Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.

Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter.

SNUG: Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it me; for I am slow of study. QUINCE: You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.

So excellent a king that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother that he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly.

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