William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine. Merchant of Venice, Act iv, Scene 1

Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or tow And sleeps again.

Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

Speak, hands, for me!

She’s beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; she is a woman, therefore to be won.

Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.

SIMONIDES: And she is fair too, is she not? PERICLES: As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.

Since the affairs of men rest still incertain, let's reason with the worst that may befall.

SIR TOBY BELCH: Does not our life consist of the four elements? SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: Faith, so they say, but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking. SIR TOBY BELCH: Thou'rt a scholar; therefore let us eat and drink.

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again. Othello the Moor of Venice (Othello at IV, i)

Slander, whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath rides on the posting winds, and doth belie all corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave this viperous slander enters.

Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

So did this horse excel a common one in shape, in courage, color, pace and bone...What a horse should have he did not lack, save a proud rider on so proud a back.

So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources, and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied. All's Well That Ends Well (Helena at II, i)

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds.

Soft you, a word or two before you go.

Some must watch while some must sleep, so runs the world away.

Sometimes the brightest day hath cloud, and summer evermore succeeds barren winter with its wrathful, nipping cold.—So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colors wave, and either victory, or else a grave!

Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy best apparel on?

She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, and, in strong proof of chastity well-armed, from Love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.

Show his eyes and grieve his heart.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

Author Picture
First Name
William
Last Name
Shakespeare
Birth Date
1564
Death Date
1616
Bio

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