William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish, a vapor sometimes 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. Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv, Scene 14

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; cry but—"Ay me!" pronounce but "love" and "dove."

Speaks three or four languages word for word without a book.

She's gone forever. I know when one is dead, and when one lives; she's dead as earth.

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, and all their ministers attend on him.

Since the torch is out, lie down and stray no further.

SIR TOBY BELCH: Pourquoi, my dear knight? SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: What is "pourquoi?" Do, or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting. O had I but followed the arts!

Sir, you and I must part, but that's not it; Sir, you and I have loved, but there's not it.

Slander's mark was ever yet the fair; the ornament of beauty is suspect, a crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air, so thou be good, slander doth but approve thy worth the greater.

Small things make base men proud.

So doth the greater glory dim the less: a substitute shines brightly as a king until a king be by.

So in every case. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, - and the days are crawling, and that's really the book of life as we read the last syllable, and see what all of yesterday just lit the way to the grave dust. Dotlevay, candle! Life - is but a shadow, comedian, Poyasnichavshy half an hour on the scene and immediately forgotten, and this story, retold Which fool: There's a lot of words and passion, not just make sense.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue all kinds of arguments and question deep, all replication prompt and reason strong, for his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, he had the dialect and different skill, catching all passions in his craft of will; . . .

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long. Richard III, Act iii, Scene 1

Some book there is that she desires to see. Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. But thou art deeper read and better skilled: Come and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens reveal the damned contriver of this deed. Titus Andronicus (Titus at IV, i)

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, the bird of dawning singeth all night long, and then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, the nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm. So hallowed and so gracious is that time.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

Speak comfortable words!

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, as a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, he being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, that my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter? Valentine. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself? Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.

She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.

Show me the steep and thorny way.

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.

Since what I am to say must be but that which contradicts my accusation, and the testimony on my part no other but what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me to say, "not guilty." mine integrity, being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, be so received. But thus: if powers divine behold our human actions, as they do, I doubt not then but innocence shall make false accusation blush and tyranny tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, who least will seem to do so, my past life hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, as I am now unhappy; which is more than history can pattern, though devised and played to take spectators. For behold me-- a fellow of the royal bed, which owe a moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, the mother to a hopeful prince -- here standing to prate and talk for life and honor 'fore who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it as I weigh grief, which I would spare. For honor, 'tis a derivative from me to mine, and only that I stand for. I appeal to your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes came to your court, how I was in your grace, how merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strained t' appear thus; if one jot beyond the bound of honor, or in act or will that way inclining, hardened be the hearts of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin cry fie upon my grave!

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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