Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Dictynna, goodman Dull.
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
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.
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.
They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Let me take you a button-hole lower.
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Masters, spread yourselves.
This is Ercles' vein.
I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
I am slow of study.
