FAMOUS SHAKESPEAREAN LINES



FAMOUS SHAKESPEAREAN LINES

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1. Truth is that we have seen better days.

2. All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

The rest of the passage gives the 7 ages of man: infant, whining school-boy, lover, soldier, the justice, old age and second childishness “sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything”

3. Neither rhyme nor reason.

4. Can one desire too much of a good thing?

5. I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad.

6. For ever and a day.

7. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

HAMLET

8. A little more than kin, and less than kind.

9. Thou know’st ‘tis common; all that live must die, / Passing through nature to eternity.

10. O! that this too solid flesh would melt; Thaw and resolve itself into a dew;

11. So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so long to my mother / That he might not beteem the winds of heaven / Visit her face too roughly.

12. Frailty, thy name is woman!

13. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried / Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

14. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be.

15. This above all: to thine own self be true.

16. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.

HAMLET (continued):

The play’s the thing, wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.

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 by opposing, end them;

Get thee to a nunnery.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Alas! Poor Yorrick. I knew him well, Horatio;

HENRY IV (PART I):

The better part of valor is discretion.

HENRY IV (PART II):

Thus we play fools with time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

HENRY V:

26. If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.

JULIUS CAESAR:

Beware the ides of March.

Why, man, doth he desire bestride the narrow world like a Colossus; and we petty men walk under his huge legs and peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are the masters of their fates: the fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Yon Cassisus has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant taste of death but once.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

KING LEAR:

Have more than thou showest, Speak lest than thou knowest.

KING LEAR (continued):

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child!

The stars above us govern our conditions.

Ay, every inch a king.

MACBETH:

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Out damned spot! Out, I say!

Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time.

It is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE:

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

THE MERCHANT OF VENICE:

I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following: but I will not eat with you, drink with you, or pray with you.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long.

In the twinkling of an eye.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

All that glistens is not gold.

The sins of the father are not to be laid upon the children.

The quality of mercy is not strain’d, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.

He is well paid that is satisfied.

THE MERCHANT OF VENICE (continued):

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

A pound of flesh.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And, if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR:

Thereby hangs a tale.

Why, then the world’s mine oyster which I with sword will open.

This is the short and long of it.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM:

The course of true love never did run smooth.

I’ll put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING:

As merry as the day is long.

Speak low, if you speak love.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

OTHELLO:

She loved me for the dangers I had pass’d. And I loved her that she did pity them.

Who steals my purse, steals trash.

Them, must you speak of one who loved not wisely but too well.

OTHELLO (continued):

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster which does work

The meat it feeds on;

RICHARD II:

The royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, this earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, this other Eden, demi-paradise, this fortress built by Nature for herself against infection and the hand of war, this happy breed of men, this little world, this precious stone set in the silver sea, which serves it in the office of a wall or as a moat defensive to a house, against the envy of less happier lands, this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

71. And nothing can we call our own but death; and that small model of the barren earth – which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings.

RICHARD III:

72. Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York.

A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

ROMEO AND JULIET:

A pair of star-cross’d lovers.

(About Queen Mab) She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone on the forefinger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear.

ROMEO AND JULIET (continued):

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name wold smell as sweet.

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW:

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for tis the mind that makes the body rich.

Pitchers have ears.

TWELFTH NIGHT:

Music from the spheres.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

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