He that tries to recommend him by select Quotations, will succeed like the Pedant in Hierocles, who, when he offered his House to Sale, carried a Brick in his Pocket as a Specimen.
The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good - in spite of all the people who say he is very good.
When we speak of the aim and Art observable in Shakespeare's works, we must not forget that Art belongs to Nature; that it is, so to speak, self-viewing, self-imitating, self-fashioning Nature. The Art of a well-developed genius is far different from the Artfulness of the Understanding, of the merel
Shikspur, Shikspur! Who wrote it?No, I never read Shikspur.Then you have an immense pleasure to come.
On this planet the reputation of Shakespeare is secure. When life is discovered elsewhere in the universe and some interplanetary traveler brings to this new world the fruits of our terrestrial culture, who can imagine anything but that among the first books carried to the curious strangers will be
Beauty itself doth of itself persuadeThe eyes of men without an orator.
I gyve unto my wief my second best bed with the furniture
Soul of the Age!The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!My Shakespeare...Thou art a monument, without a tomb,And art alive still while thy book doth live,And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
But my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.
Yet it must be at last confessed, that as we owe every thing to him [Shakespeare], he owes something to us; that, if much of his praise is paid by perception and judgment, much is likewise given by custom and veneration. We fix our eyes upon his graces, and turn them from his deformities, and endure
Shakspeare (whom you and every playhouse billStyle the divine! the matchless! what you will),For gain, not glory, wing'd his roving flight,And grew immortal in his own despite.
Nothing is more common than the wish to be remarkable.
I sent for some dinner and there dined, Mrs. Margaret Pen being by, to whom I had spoke to go along with us to a play this afternoon, and then to the King's Theatre, where we saw 'Midsummer's Night's Dream', which I had never seen before, nor shall ever again, for it is the most insipid ridiculous p
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care
Few of the university pen plaies well, they smell too much of that writer Ovid and that writer Metamorphosis and talk too much of Proserpina and Jupiter. Why, here's our fellow Shakespeare puts them all down. Aye, and Ben Jonson too. O that B. J. is a pestilent fellow, he brought up Horace giving th
Ben Jonson, To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618)
Then to the well-trod stage anonIf Jonson's learned sock be on,Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,Warble his native woodnotes wild.
A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599
Ultimately, Anthony Burgesss emphasis on the multiplicity of meanings latent in the text of Shakespeare's life foregrounds his own appropriation of Shakespeare … Clearly this is not an inconsistency on Burgess's part but a deliberate pointer at the inevitability of appropriating any given text, part
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
When great poets sing,Into the night new constellations spring,With music in the air that dulls the craftOf rhetoric. So when Shakespeare sang or laughedThe world with long, sweet Alpine echoes thrilledVoiceless to scholars' tongues no muse had filledWith melody divine.
I'm always ill after Shakespeare,' said Mrs Wititterly. 'I scarcely exist the next day; I find the reaction so very great after a tragedy, my lord, and Shakespeare is such a delicious creature.'
William Shakespeare quotes about life
The souls most fed with Shakespeare's flame Still sat unconquered in a ring, Remembering him like anything.
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments.
Consider now, if they asked us, Will you give up your Indian Empire or your Shakespeare, you English: never have had any Shakespeare? Really it were a grave question. Official persons would an swer doubtless in official language: but we, for our part too, should not be forced, to answer: Indian Empi
If I would compare him [Jonson] with Shakespeare, I must acknowledge him the more correct poet, but Shakespeare the greater wit.
But Shakespear's Magick could not copy'd be,Within that Circle none durst walk but he.
England's genius filled all measureOf heart and soul, of strength and pleasure,Gave to the mind its emperor,And life was larger than before:Nor sequent centuries could hitOrbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.The men who lived with him becamePoets, for the air was fame.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones.