William Shakespeare Quotes

1564–1616 England

William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 (baptised) – 23 April 1616) was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.

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Also known as: Shakespeare, Shakespeare, William, Shakespearean, Shakspeare

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Trust not the physician;
His antidotes are poison, and he slays
More than you rob.

Who digs hills because they do aspire,
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would.

The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

Romeo and Juliet (1597)

And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

King John (1598)

The busy day,
Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.

Troilus and Cressida (1602)

Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion.

Troilus and Cressida (1602)

From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs.

Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

Henry VIII (1613)

Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.

Richard III (1591)

It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.

Richard II (1595)

They spake not a word;
But, like dumb statues or breathing stones,
Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale.

Richard III (1591)

And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

Romeo and Juliet (1597)

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

Macbeth (1605)

Many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.

For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow.

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Shakespeare (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.