William Shakespeare


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

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

Show me a man that is not passion's slave and I will wear him in my heart's core.

Sin will pluck on sin.

Since the quarrel will bear no color for the thing he is, fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented, would run to these and these extremities.

SIR TOBY BELCH: 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.

Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain: I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Slander'd to death by villains, that dare as well answer a man indeed as I dare take a serpent by the tongue: boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops!

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short. The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Gaunt at II, i)

So disguise shall, by the disguised, pay with falsehood false exacting, and perform an old contracting.

So honour peereth in the meanest habit. The Taming of the Shrew (Petruchio at IV, iii)

So now prosperity begins to mellow and drop into the rotten mouth of death.

So study evermore is overshot. While it doth study to have what it would, it doth forget to do the thing it should; and when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'tis won as towns with fire; so won, so lost.

So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still; and three nights after this, After the hour of eight, which he himself Foretold should be his last, full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears and sorrows, He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

SOLANIO: I think he only loves the world for him.

Some of us will smart for it.

Sometimes we are devils ourselves, when we will tempt the frailty of our powers, presuming on their changeful potency.

Sparrows must not build in his house-eaves, because they are lecherous.

Speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, became the accents of the valiant; for those that could speak low and tardily would turn their own perfection to abuse to seem like him.

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?

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