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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: British

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Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

Thou talk'st of nothing." "True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasty; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face t the dew-dropping south.

Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.

We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school.

To be, or not to be: that is the question: 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.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Only in Brutus and his fellow-conspirators — of all Shakespearian characters — do we find the least consideration for liberty, and even then he makes the common, and perhaps in his time the unavoidable, mistake of overlooking the genuinely democratic leanings of Julius Cæsar and the anti-popular character of the successful plot against him.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.

Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.