Quotes About Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

William Shakespeare

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

But man, proud man, Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd— His glassy essence—like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.

Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.

And what's he then that says I play the villain?

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, And all their ministers attend on him.

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. (Ophelia)

William Shakespeare