Top 107 William Shakespeare Quotes
Hello friends!!William Shakespeare one of the greatest others of all time was born in Stratford – upon – Avon, England.His actual Birth date is uncertain but most covers he was born on and near April 23rd,1564.At the age of 18 he married Anne hath away with whom he had three children Susanna, and the twins Hammet and Judith . LORI ANNE FERRELL,PROFESSOR OF EARLY MODERN HISTORY AND LITERATURE CLAREMONT GRADUATE UNIVERSITY says we think he may have been educated in the kings school at stratford because that would have been typical for child with father who has an older man what we do know is he didn’t go to university.
REBECCA LEMON,DIRECTOR OF THE INSTITUTE FOR BRITISH AND IRISH STUDIES,UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA says we have a marriage record for William Shakespeare he was married on 1585 and also we have a baptism record for daughter and a set of twins and we also know that his son Hammet one of the twins died.By 1597 William Shakespeare had authored 15 of the 37 place a tribute to him including ROMEO JULIET,comedy of errors and Merry Wives of Windsor.The details of William Shakespeare death remain a mystery that scholars believe he died on his birthday April 23rd 1616.
William Shakespeare talked about the human conditions to us he explains the how think,how we feel the human psychology he eloquent explained it.William Shakespeare one of the most professional writer.His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.He got an award on Lucille Lortel Award for Outstanding Revival.By 1599, William Shakespeare and his business partners built their own theater on the south bank of the Thames River, which they called the Globe.
William Shakespeare Quotes
“Remembrance of things past.”
Are often welcomest when they are gone.”
“A plague o’ both your houses!”
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
The insolence of office.
“So long as I can breathe or I can see
so long lives your love which gives life to me.”
“Can one desire too much of a good thing?” – As You Like It
Words pay no debts.
“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, As self-neglecting.”
A fool’s bolt is soon shot.
“Nothing will come of nothing.”
This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.
“They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love”.
“More are men’s ends mark’d than their lives before.
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.”
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go”
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
“The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed —
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.”
“To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.”
Give me some music- music, moody food
Of us that trade in love.
“SEE, HOW SHE LEANS HER CHEEK UPON HER HAND!
O, THAT I WERE A GLOVE UPON THAT HAND,
THAT I MIGHT TOUCH THAT CHEEK!”
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.
“To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.”
“AND WHEN LOVE SPEAKS, THE VOICE OF ALL THE GODS MAKES HEAVEN DROWSY WITH THE HARMONY.”
“Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.”
“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
“’Tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems”
“The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”
Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.”
“Ornament is but the gilded shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian; beauty, in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.”
“I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.”
“Such as we are made of, such we be.”
“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”
Be not afraid of greatness
Some men are born great, some achieve greatness
And others have greatness thrown upon them
“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one”
“This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeits of our own behavior — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence. An admirable evasion of whore master man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!”
How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death
”My chief humor is for a tyrant. I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.”
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“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.”
A breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences.
”For nothing can seem foul to those that win.”
Heaven give you many, many merry days.
The youth that you see here
I snatch’d one half out of the jaws of death.
”Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.”
A very superficial, ignorant, unweighing fellow.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
”What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?”
“But thy eternal summer shall not fade.”
What ’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
”We have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.”
Don’t strew me with roses after I’m dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now!
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
I would fain die a dry death.
“In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,Is best to lodge.”
God save the mark!
“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
“Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies A lass unparalleled.”
“All that glisters is not gold.”
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
“I go and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.”
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
What ‘s Montague?
It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face,
Nor any other part
Belonging to a man.
O be some other name!
What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would,
Were he not Romeo called
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title.
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man’s ingratitude.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; The more I give to thee The more I have, For both are infinite.
“Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst cruelty; make thick my blood,Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctions visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,To cry “Hold, hold!”
The rest is silence.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,– This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
An overflow of good converts to bad.
“I burn, I pine, I perish.”
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled shows,
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.
“Action is eloquence.”
That strain again! It had a dying fall:
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
‘Tis not so sweet as it was before.
“THE LUNATIC, THE LOVER, AND THE POET, ARE OF IMAGINATION ALL COMPACT.”
“Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.”
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
garnish’d and deck’d in modest compliment,
not working with the eye without the ear,
and but in purged judgement trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
“ THE VALIANT NEVER TASTE OF DEATH BUT ONCE. ”
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
”Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha’ lost my reputation, I ha’ lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!”
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
O! I am Fortune’s fool.
There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.
”I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove. I will roar you and ’twere any nightingale.”
Sable Night, mother of Dread and Fear,
Upon the world dim darkness doth display,
And in her vaulty prison stows the Day.
“ WISELY, AND SLOW. THEY STUMBLE THAT RUN FAST. ”
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
For men have marble, women waxen, minds,
And therefore are they form’d as marble will;
The weak oppress’d, the impression of strange kinds
Is form’d in them by force, by fraud, or skill:
Then call them not the authors of their ill,
No more than wax shall be accounted evil
Wherein is stamp’d the semblance of a devil.
”Very good orators when they are out, they will spit.”
Strong reasons make strong actions.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he shall make the face of Heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
The object of art is to give life a shape.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
As sun to day, at turtle to her mate,
As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.
Do as adversaries do in law,
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
To thine own self be true.
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits
Then everything includes itself in power,
Power into will, will into appetite;
And appetite, an universal wolf,
So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
And last eat up himself!
Love is a smoke rais’d with the fume of sighs;
Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
The meaning here is simple to define,life is full of dissatisfaction as u need to perform but with death performance doesn’t count and what it matters only is what u performed *
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
That knows the tin-ct and multiplying med’cine,
Hath not in nature’s mystery more science
Than I have in this ring.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions!
Making night hideous.
man, proud man,Dressed in a little brief authority,
The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thief.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.