Shakespeare S Quotes Biography
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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
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;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd!”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass 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.
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt.
Act II, scene 2, line 67.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
Act II, scene 2, line 92.
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.
Act II, scene 2, line 133.
Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Act II, scene 2, line 157.
It is my soul that calls upon my name;
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like soft music to attending ears.
Act II, scene 2, line 165.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Act II, scene 2, line 177.
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills;
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Act II, scene 5, line 4.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Act II, scene 6, line 14.
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
And all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Act III, scene 2, line 21.
For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Troilus and Cressida (c. 1602)[edit]
Sweet, above thought I love thee.
Troilus and Cressida, Act III, scene 1, line ??.
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform.
Act III, scene 2, line 91.
For to be wise, and love
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
Act III, scene 2, line 163.
The noblest hateful love that e'er I heard of.
Act IV, scene 1, line 33.
Twelfth Night (c. 1601-02)[edit]
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Act I, scene I, line 1.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute!
Act I, scene 1, line 9.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Act II, scene 3, lines 44-45.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
Act II, scene 4, line 37.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Act II, scene 4, line 114.
Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.
Act III, scene I, line 167.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona (1590s)[edit]
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Act I, scene 1, line 23.
Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Act I, scene 1, line 39.
And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime.
Act I, scene 1, line 45.
How wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.
Act I, scene 2, line 57.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
Th' uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Act I, scene 3, line 84.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Act II, scene 7, line 18.
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Act II, scene 7, line 21.
Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
Act III, scene 1, line 178.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Act III, scene 3, lines 84-87.
They do not love that do not show their love
Act i, Sc. 2. Attributed to John Heywood, Proverbs, Part II, Chapter IX, in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922).
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