William Shakespeare

Country United Kingdom
Born Sunday, 26 April 1564
Quotes 675
William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
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Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Uncategorized
Foolery... does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Uncategorized
How ever do we praise ourselves, our fancies are more giddy and uniform, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, than women's are. Uncategorized
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate. Uncategorized
Present mirth hath present laughter; what's to come is still unsure. Uncategorized
I am sure care's an enemy to life. Uncategorized
I can sing, and speak to him in many sorts of music. Uncategorized
If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. Uncategorized
My love admits no qualifying dross. Uncategorized
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it. Uncategorized
How my achievements mock me! Uncategorized
Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Uncategorized
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done. Uncategorized
A woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loathed than an effeminate man in time of action. Uncategorized
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give before a sleeping giant. Uncategorized
The common curse of mankind,-folly and ignorance. Uncategorized
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing. Uncategorized
He takes false shadows for true substances. Uncategorized
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. Uncategorized
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd, doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Uncategorized