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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What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring i' the winter.

King Lear (1608)

Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in ling'ring pickle.

I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee
Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.

Titus Andronicus (1592)

He which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.

Julius Cæsar (1599)

Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

They do abuse the king that flatter him:
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin.

Lay her i' the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!

It is the witness still of excellency
To put a strange face on his own perfection.

Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.

Cymbeline (1611)

No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.

The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.

The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
"Now the king drinks to Hamlet."

But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.

You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Macbeth (1606)

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being sufter'd, rivers cannot quench.

But I have
That honourable grief lodg'd here which burns
Worse than tears drown.

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs,
Piercing the night's dull ear.

Henry V (1599)

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