William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

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 will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Malvalio at II, v)

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none, And some condemned for a fault alone. Measure for Measure (Escalus at II, i)

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. 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!

SIR TOBY: Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? FESTE: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Scene iii

Sir, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words; therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

Slanders, sir, for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging think amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.

Small to greater matters must give way.

So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.

So in the world: 'tis furnished well with men, and men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive; yet in the number i do know but one that unassailable holds on his rank, unshaked of motion; and that i am he.

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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