Quote

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

William Shakespeare

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Stage Actor
Writer
Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
Shakespere
Shakespear
Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
Lack
Silent
Sweet
Summon
Past
Sessions
Thought
Remembrance
Many
Session
Thing
Sigh
Things
Sought

More quotes by William Shakespeare

Image
Why should honor outlive honestly? Orthello
William Shakespeare
Image
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
William Shakespeare
Image
I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
William Shakespeare
Image
You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
William Shakespeare
Image
O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
William Shakespeare
Image
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.
William Shakespeare
Image
Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
William Shakespeare
Image
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
William Shakespeare
Image
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.
William Shakespeare
Image
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity.
William Shakespeare
Image
In right and service to their noble country.
William Shakespeare
Image
Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.
William Shakespeare
Image
Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.
William Shakespeare
Image
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind So flew'd, so sanded their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
William Shakespeare
Image
Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
William Shakespeare
Image
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
William Shakespeare
Image
I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip
William Shakespeare
Image
Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death.
William Shakespeare
Image
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
William Shakespeare
Image
Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one
William Shakespeare