...But Is It Shakespeare? II

Random Literature or Literary Character Quiz

Can you name the source of each famous quote below—whether or not it is from Shakespeare?

Featured May 22, 2012

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Famous QuoteShakespeare or Not (S or N)Source
Age steals away all things, even the mind.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censored, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
The fool doth think he is wise but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Physician, heal thyself.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
I am constant as the Northern Star, of whose true fixed and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Famous QuoteShakespeare or Not (S or N)Source
The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.
Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, and I'll not look for wine.
Even a fool may be wise after the event.
The gods help them that help themselves.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time.
For mine own part, it was Greek to me.
O my Luve's like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve's like the melodie, that's sweetly play'd in tune.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
She walks in beauty, like the night; of cloudless climes and starry skies.

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