William Shakespeare

William
Shakespeare
1564
1616

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

Author Quotes

Spirits are not finely touch’d But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.

She that was ever fair, and never proud, had tongue at will, and yet was never loud... She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, see suitors following, and not look behind. She was a wight, if ever such wight were— to suckle fools and chronicle small beer.

She's not well married that lived married long, but she's best married that dies married young.

Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, and bid them speak for me.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, but sad mortality o'ersways their power, how with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, whose action is no stronger than a flower? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, when rocks impregnable are not so stout, nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where alack, shall time's best jewel from time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?

Since you will buckle fortune on my back, To bear her burden whe'r I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load.

Sir, for holy offices I have a time; a time to think upon the part of business which I bear i' th' state; and nature does require her times of preservation, which perforce I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal, must give my tendance to.

Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.

Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep, and in his simple show he harbors treason. King Henry the Sixth, Part II (Suffolk at III, i)

So every bondman in his own hand bears the power to cancel his captivity.

So light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

So please your majesty, my master hath been an honourable gentleman. Tricks he hath had in him, which gentleman have.

So thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Much Ado About Nothing (Hero at III, i)

Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

SOOTHSAYER: Beware the Ides of March. CAESAR: He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.

Speak low if you speak love.

Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?

She was a vixen when she went to school: and though she be but little, she is fierce.

She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France, whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth, how ill-beseeming is it in thy sex to triumph like an Amazonian trull upon their woes whom fortune captivates. But that thy face is vizard-like, unchanging, made impudent with use of evil deeds, I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush. To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom derived, were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless. Thy father bears the type of King of Naples, of both the Sicils and Jerusalem, yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen, unless the adage must be verified, that beggars mounted run their horse to death. 'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but god he knows thy share thereof is small. 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired; the contrary doth make thee wond'red at. 'Tis government that makes them seem divine; the want thereof makes thee abominable. Thou art as opposite to every good as the antipodes are unto us or as the south to the septentrion. O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide! How couldst thou drain the lifeblood of the child, to bid the father wipe his eyes withal, and yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. Bid'st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish. Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will. For raging wind blows up incessant showers, and when the rage allays the rain begins. These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies, and every drop cries vengeance for his death 'gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.

Shylock: Is it so nominated in the bond? Portia: It is not so express'd, but what of that? 'Twere good you do so much for charity. Shylock: I cannot find it: 'tis not in the bond.

Since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes--I will be brief.

Since, then, my office hath so far prevailed That, face to face and royal eye to eye, You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me If I demand before this royal view, What rub or what impediment there is Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births, Should not, in this best garden of the world, Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage.

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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