William Shakespeare Quotes About Art

• When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the most, they left me. When I learnt to dry my tears, I found a shoulder to cry on. And when I mastered the art of hating, somebody started loving me.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Hate, People

• Presume not that I am the thing I was.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Philosophy, History

  'Henry IV, Part 2' (1597) act 5, sc. 5, l. [61]

• The object of Art is to give life a shape.

  William Shakespeare

  Life, Art, Giving

• Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Winter, Blow

  'As You Like It' (1599) act 2, sc. 7, l. 174

• Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

  William Shakespeare

  Summer, Art, Love You

  Sonnet 18

• O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

  William Shakespeare

  Love, Sweet, Art

• Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Sassy, Heaven

  William Shakespeare (1784). “Othello, the Moor of Venice, tragedy ... Marked with the variations in the Manager's book, at the Theatre-Royal in Drury Lane”, p.68

• Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
  Calls back the lovely April of her prime...

  William Shakespeare

  Mother, Art, Glasses

  Sonnet 3

• Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Cat, Waiting

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 35

• Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Grief, Moon

  William Shakespeare, Thomas BOWDLER (F.R.S.) (1831). “The Family Shakspeare ... By T. Bowdler ... Sixth Edition”, p.824

• Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

  William Shakespeare

  Girl, Death, Art

  'Cymbeline' (1609-10) act 4, sc. 2, l. 258

• But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
  Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:
  Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
  And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Boys, Rose

  William Shakespeare (1837). “The Complete Works of William Shakspeare. Printed from the Text of the Most Renowned Editors, with ... Engravings, Accounts Historical and Explanatory of Each Play, a Copious and Elaborate Glossary, and the Author's Life [by C. Symmons].”, p.381

• What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Men, Night

• The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Strange, Lear

  'King Lear' (1605-6) act 3, sc. 2, l. [70]

• Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Work, Plebeians

  'Julius Caesar' (1599) act 3, sc. 2, l. [265]

• Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

  William Shakespeare

  Courage, Art, Action

  William Shakespeare, William Harness, William Gilmore Simms (1842). “The Complete Works of William Shakspeare”, p.104

• Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Drinking, Food

  'Twelfth Night' (1601) act 2, sc. 3, l. [124]

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

  William Shakespeare

  Fake People, Art, Science

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 1, sc. 4, l. 7

• From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Book, Eye

  'Love's Labour's Lost' (1595) act 4, sc. 3, l. [350]

• Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Cat, Animal

  William Shakespeare (2005). “The Tragedy of King Lear”, p.189, Cambridge University Press

• Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
  And what strength I have's mine own,
  Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
  Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
  Since I have my dukedom got
  And pardon 'd the deceiver, dwell
  In this bare island by your spell;
  I must be here confined by you,
  But release me from my bands
  With the help of your good hands:
  Gentle breath of yours my sails
  Must fill, or else my project fails,
  Which was to please: now I want
  Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
  And my ending is despair,
  Unless I be relieved by prayer,
  Which pierces so, that it assaults
  Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
  As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
  Let your indulgence set me free.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Prayer, Hands

  "Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest".

• In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

  William Shakespeare

  Music, Sweet, Art

  'Henry VIII' (1613) act 3, sc. 1, l. 3

• If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

  William Shakespeare

  Death, Art, Journey

  William Shakespeare, Charles Knight (1843). “The Complete Works of W. Shakspere: Illustrated with Many Valuable Literary Notes from Johnson, Steevens, Malone, Drake, Chalmers, Coleridge, Lamb, Schlegel, Hazlitt, Ch. Knight, and Other Distinguished Commentators with Large Introductory Notices Prefixed to Each Play ...”

• Thou art all the comfort,
  The Gods will diet me with.

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Memorable, Comfort

  1610 Innogen to Pisanio. Cymbeline, act 3, sc.4, l.180-1.

• Is this a dagger which I see before me,
  The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
  I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
  Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
  To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
  A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
  Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

  William Shakespeare

  Art, Memorable, Sight

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 33

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