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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
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William Shakspere
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More quotes by William Shakespeare
Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope.
William Shakespeare
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
William Shakespeare
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
William Shakespeare
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
William Shakespeare
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
William Shakespeare
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
William Shakespeare
This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
William Shakespeare
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?
William Shakespeare
O, call back yesterday, bid time return
William Shakespeare
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
No matter where of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
William Shakespeare
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
William Shakespeare
And Caesar shall go forth.
William Shakespeare
It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.
William Shakespeare
There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond And do a willful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity profound conceit As who should say, I am sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
William Shakespeare
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.
William Shakespeare
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid Fly away, fly away, breath I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
William Shakespeare
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
William Shakespeare
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare
Good counselors lack no clients.
William Shakespeare
