By William Shakespeare
By William Shakespeare
I honestly believe the world would be a better place if more people knew Shakespeare’s works. So to celebrate the world’s greatest genius’ birthday a quiz that only uses some of his most memorable words. Simply match the quote to the play.
I honestly believe the world would be a better place if more people knew Shakespeare’s works. So to celebrate the world’s greatest genius’ birthday a quiz that only uses some of his most memorable words. Simply match the quote to the play.
‘The course of true love never did run smooth.’
‘Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.’
‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.’
‘This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.’
‘Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!’
‘All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.’
‘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?’
‘Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.’
‘Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.’
‘First kiss me, Kate.’
‘Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.’
‘Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.’
‘If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.’
‘Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.’
‘We that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long.’
‘O, beware, my lord, of jealousy:
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.’
‘O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.’
‘This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.’
‘Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.’
‘Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.’