William Shakespeare Quotes

Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 4, l. 44-5. Examining (searching) Silvius's wound of love, Rosalind recognizes her own complaint.
What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1, l. 89. Going by the letter of the law.
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity; Commodity, the bias of the world.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. The bastard, in King John, act 2, sc. 1, l. 574-75 (1623).
The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant and the woods are green.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titus, in Titus Andronicus, act 2, sc. 2, l. 1-2.
I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Volumnia, in Coriolanus, act 1, sc. 3, l. 15-7. Rejoicing that her son, Caius Marcius, is a warrior.
What shall he have that killed the deer? His leather skin and horns to wear. Then sing him home. Take thou no scorn to wear the horn, It was a crest ere thou wast born; Thy father's father wore it, And thy father bore it. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 2nd Lord, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 2, l. 10-8. A hunting song; also an elaborate play on the horns of a cuckold, a husband whose wife is unfaithful.
I will go lose myself, And wander up and down to view the city.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antipholus of Syracuse, in The Comedy of Errors, act 1, sc. 2, l. 30-1. Arriving in Ephesus.
Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 2, l. 105-7. Perhaps shedding, or faking, a tear in his effort to sway the people.
O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Beatrice, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 4, sc. 1, l. 306-7. Angry with Claudio for abandoning Hero.
The ousel cock so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bottom, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 1, l. 125-8. Singing to cheer himself up; the "ousel cock" is the blackbird; the wren has only a small pipe ("little quill") or thin song.