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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Country United Kingdom
Born Sunday, 26 April 1564
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Quotes 675

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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.

Quotes by William Shakespeare

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Truth will come to light ... at the length, the truth will out. Uncategorized
But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy. Uncategorized
They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they starve with nothing. Uncategorized
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, nor to one place. Uncategorized
I do know of these that... only are reputed wise for saying nothing. Uncategorized
His reasons are as two grains of wheat his in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. Uncategorized
Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together. Uncategorized
Against my soul's pure truth why labour you to make it wander in an unknown field? Uncategorized
I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine. Uncategorized
How comes it, that thou art then estranged from thyself? Uncategorized
Every why hath a wherefore. Uncategorized
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Uncategorized
My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break. Uncategorized
Exit, pursued by a bear. Uncategorized
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many things I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Uncategorized
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. Uncategorized
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. Uncategorized
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence. Uncategorized
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. Uncategorized
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long. Uncategorized