Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
For the rain it raineth every day.
They say we are
Almost as like as eggs.
What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief.
A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength,--a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Lord of thy presence and no land beside.
And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter;
For new-made honour doth forget men's names.
For he is but a bastard to the time
That doth not smack of observation.
Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.
For courage mounteth with occasion.
I would that I were low laid in my grave:
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
Here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
Thou little valiant, great in villany!
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by
To teach thee safety.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.
