William Shakespeare Quotes

The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 4, sc. 1, l. 94-7. Videlicet means namely. Calculating from the Bible, it was thought that the world was created about 4000 B.C..
As true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Silvius, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 4, l. 26-7. On the absurdity of unrequited love.
Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Merchant of Venice (IV, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Bear your body more seeming, Audrey.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Touchstone, in As You Like It, act 5, sc. 4, l. 68-9. "Seeming" means seemly, decorously.
The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Westmoreland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 1, l. 46. On what an archbishop's vestments symbolize.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 3rd Citizen, in Richard III, act 2, sc. 3, l. 11. Hearing news of the death of King Edward IV; proverbial, from the Bible (Ecclesiastes, 10:16).
An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antonio, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 3, l. 99-101. Referring to Shylock.
So work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Archbishop of Canterbury, in Henry V, act 1, sc. 2, l. 187-9.
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require: Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are, how happy you make those;— So true a fool is love, that in your will Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Being your slave, what should I do but tend (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brabantio, in Othello, act 1, sc. 3, l. 55-8. Overwhelmed (as if a "flood-gate" were open) by the loss of his daughter, his grief engulfs ("engluts") other feelings.