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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You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours.

That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry
Half my love with him, half my care and duty.

King Lear (1608)

My circumstances
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you to believe.

Cymbeline (1611)

Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.

If I can do it
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.

What I should say
My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.

What's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us.

God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.

This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.

Macbeth (1605)

If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the centre.

He that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

My master hath been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.

I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart.

Our doubts are traitors
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.

Measure for Measure (1603)

How sometimes Nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms!

He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister: for rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus.

Bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum
Till it cry sleep to death.

King Lear (1608)

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