Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
That no Italian priest
Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
And he that stands upon a slippery place
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
How now, foolish rheum!
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.
Make haste; the better foot before.
I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news.
Another lean unwashed artificer.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Make deeds ill done!
Mocking the air with colours idly spread.
'T is strange that death should sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
Now my soul hath elbow-room.
This England never did, nor never shall,
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Truth hath a quiet breast.
All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
