Quotes Of William Shakespeare

Shakespeare, Shakespeare also spelled Shakspere, byname Bard of Avon or Swan of Avon, (baptized April 26, 1564, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England—died April 23, 1616, Stratford-upon-Avon), dramatist and actor often called English national poet and thought of by many to be the best dramatist of all time.

 Shakespeare occupies an edge unique in world literature. Other poets, like Homer and Dante, and novelists, like Tolstoy and Dickens, have transcended national barriers, but no writer’s living reputation can compare thereto to Shakespeare, whose plays, written within the late 16th and early 17th centuries for little repertory theatre, are now performed and skim more often and in additional countries than ever before. The prophecy of his great contemporary, the poet and dramatist Jonson, that Shakespeare “was not of an age, except for all-time” has been fulfilled.

William Shakespeare Quotes:

• All that glitters is not gold
• Life ... is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
• Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
• By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
• The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
• These violent delights have violent ends...
• Brevity is the soul of wit.
• Now is the winter of our discontent.If music be the food of love, play on.
• Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Another Quotation From His Writings-

Cowards die many times before their death.--------Julius Caesar

Vendi,Vidi,Vici------Julius Caesar

Brevity is the soul of wit------------------------------------------------------------------------Hamlet

When sorrows come, they come not in single spies. But in battalions!-----------Hamlet

Frailty, thy name is women!-------------------------------------------------------------------Hamlet

Under the Green Wood Tree

Who loves to lie with me          --------------------------------------------Under the Green Wood Tree

Come hither, come hither

What's in a name? That which we call a rose ----------------------------Romero and Juliet

by any other name would smell as sweet

Fair is foul, and foul is fair------------------------------------------Macbeth

But love is blind, and lovers can not see-------------------------------------------------The Marchant of Venice

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand--------------------------The Marchant of Venice

Blow, blow thou winter wind, 

Thou art not so unkind,---------------------------------------As You Like It

As man's ingratitude

Corruption wins not more than honesty--------------------Henry VIII

The miserable have no other medicine but only hope-----Measure for Measure

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 

Thou art more lovely and more temperate----------------Sonnet 18