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Quotes about Wind


An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.

John Heywood

Except wind stands as never it stood,
It is an ill wind turns none to good.

Thomas Tusserc

Dry sun, dry wind;
Safe bind, safe find.

Thomas Tusserc

The Lord descended from above
And bow'd the heavens high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.


On cherubs and on cherubims
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.

Thomas Sternholdc

Note 5.Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, ‘If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"--Thomas Fuller: Worthies of England, vol. i. p. 419.

Sir Walter Raleigh

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,
Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship run on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

George Chapman

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.

William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.

William Shakespeare

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law.

William Shakespeare

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.

William Shakespeare

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

William Shakespeare

All plumed like estridges that with the wind
Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.

William Shakespeare

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

William Shakespeare

Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

William Shakespeare

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

William Shakespeare

An hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east.

William Shakespeare

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

William Shakespeare

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

William Shakespeare

Dwindle, peak, and pine.

William Shakespeare

Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.

William Shakespeare

Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.

William Shakespeare

Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

William Shakespeare

Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.

William Shakespeare

Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

William Shakespeare

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

William Shakespeare

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