William Shakespeare


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

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Singer: Tell me where is fancy bred, or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished?

Sir, I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.

Sit and see, minding true things by what their mockeries be.

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. Macbeth, Act ii, Scene 2

So all my best is dressing old words new, spending again what is already spent.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

So man and man should be, but clay and clay differs in dignity, whose dust is both alike.

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

So thou being rich in will add to thy will.

So, on your patience evermore attending, new joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.

Some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit.

Something have you heard of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it, since not th'exterior nor the inward man resembles that it was.

Sorrow ebbs, being blown with wind of words.

Speak of the one that loves not wisely but too well.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

She will not stay the siege of loving terms, nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.

Ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Scene 3.

Sigh no more Ladies, sigh no more men were deceivers ever, one foote in Sea, and one on shore, too one thing constant never. Much Ado About Nothing

Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, and that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him anything I have, no, not my body nor my husband's bed.

SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: Before me, she's a good wench. SIR TOBY BELCH: She's a beagle true bred, and one that adores me. What o' that? SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK: I was adored once, too.

Sir, I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen (or long have dreamed so), certain The daughter of a king, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

Sleep, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found: Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better that the world may see my pleasure; Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starved for a look, Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away. Sonnet 75

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, Discomfort swells. Macbeth (Sergeant at I, ii)

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