The quotations of

William Shakespeare

English playwright and poet

1564–1616

335 quotes, most often on Love, Life & Death and Good & Evil. Part of the Writers and Poets collections.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Henry V (1599), Act IV, Scene III, spoken by King HenryIn context
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
Henry V (1599), Act IV, Scene III, spoken by King HenryIn context
- Honor
- War & Peace
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
Sonnet 18 (1609)In context
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
Sonnet 29 (1609)In context
- Emotion
- Luck
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
Sonnet 30 (1609)In context
- Thinking
- Time
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.
Sonnet 30 (1609)In context
- Friendship
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
Sonnet 55 (1609)In context
- Poetry
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet 73 (1609)In context
- Age
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Sonnet 116 (1609)In context
- Love
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
The Merchant of Venice (c. 1597), Act III, Scene I, spoken by ShylockIn context
- Justice
- Race
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth (c. 1606), Act V, Scene V, spoken by MacbethIn context
- Life & Death
- Time
The lady protests too much, methinks.
Hamlet (c. 1600), Act III, Scene II, spoken by QueenIn context
- Truth & Lies
- Women
Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.
Hamlet (c. 1600), Act I, Scene I, spoken by MarcellusIn context
- Christmas
But look, the morn in russet mantle clad,
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
Hamlet (c. 1600), Act I, Scene I, spoken by HoratioIn context
- Nature
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Hamlet (c. 1600), Act I, Scene III, spoken by PoloniusIn context
- Advice

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