Quotes From "The Tempest" By William Shakespeare

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. William Shakespeare

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them, – Ding-dong, bell. William Shakespeare

So. Lie there, my art. William Shakespeare

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find. William Shakespeare

Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant, And for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorred commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine, within which rift Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill wheels strike. William Shakespeare

O brave new world, That has such people in ’t! -Miranda William Shakespeare

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part. William Shakespeare

Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone. William Shakespeare

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book. William Shakespeare

This rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book. William Shakespeare

What's past is prologue. William Shakespeare

I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble. William Shakespeare

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in. You rub the sore When you should bring the plaster. William Shakespeare

Good wombs have borne bad sons."-- (Miranda, I:2) William Shakespeare

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts... William Shakespeare

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. William Shakespeare

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. William Shakespeare

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies. William Shakespeare

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. William Shakespeare

She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her. William Shakespeare