Top 25 Quotes by William Shakespeare of 4028 - Page 41

A hit, a very palpable hit.

William Shakespeare

Memorable

'Hamlet' (1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. [295]

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

William Shakespeare

Love, Midnight, Youth

'As You Like It' (1599) act 2, sc. 4, l. [26]

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

William Shakespeare

Love, Blood, Age

'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 4, l. 68

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

William Shakespeare

Love, Wind, Weather

William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough (1790). “Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes”, p.1158

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.

William Shakespeare

Summer, Sweet, Spring

William Shakespeare, R. A. Foakes (2003). “A Midsummer Night's Dream”, p.74, Cambridge University Press

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.

William Shakespeare

Friendship, Memorial Day, Wall

'Henry V' (1599) act 3, sc. 1, l. 1

Love sees with the heart and not with mind.

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Heart, Mind

Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.

William Shakespeare

Roots, Greed, Strikes

William Shakespeare, Alexander Pope (1747). “The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes”, p.405

What's brave, what's noble, let's do it after the Roman fashion.

William Shakespeare

Fashion, Bravery, Brave

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

William Shakespeare

Hands, Bravery, Mind

William Shakespeare, Warne Routledge (and Routledge (Londres)), William Hazlitt (1864). “The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: From the Text of Johnson, Stevens, and Reed with Glossarial Notes, Life &c. : in Four Volumes”, p.149

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

William Shakespeare

Moon, Light, Sky

"A Midsummer Night's Dream".

Courage mounteth with occasion.

William Shakespeare

Memorable, Occasions

'King John' (1591-8) act 2, sc. 1, l. 82

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

William Shakespeare

Horse, Use, Fool

'As You Like It' (1599) act 5, sc. 4, l. [112]

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

William Shakespeare

Loss, May, Hearing

Cross, William Shakespeare (1989). “William Shakespeare: The Complete Works”, p.597, Barnes & Noble Publishing

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

William Shakespeare

Dog, Hate, Wish

William Shakespeare (2016). “The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition: The Complete Works”, p.2478, Oxford University Press

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.

William Shakespeare

Wine, Men, Laughing

'Henry IV, Part 2' (1597) act 4, sc. 3, l. [95]

Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Sink in the trial.

William Shakespeare

Horse, Fall, Simple

William Shakespeare (2013). “Making Sense of Julius Caesar! a Students Guide to Shakespeare's Play (Includes Study Guide, Biography, and Modern Retelling)”, p.173, BookCaps Study Guides

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

William Shakespeare

Stars, Fate, Evil

William Shakespeare (2005). “Twelfth Night; Or, What You Will”, p.26, 1st World Publishing

Truth hath a quiet breast.

William Shakespeare

Truth, Quiet, Breasts

1595 Mowbray. Richard II, act1, sc.3, l.95-6.

Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put sullen black incontinent. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March sadly after. Grace my mournings here In weeping after this untimely bier.

William Shakespeare

Book, Blood, Hands

William Shakespeare (2013). “Histories of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version)”, p.336, BookCaps Study Guides

She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.

William Shakespeare

Wise, Witty, Love Is

William Shakespeare, Katherine Duncan-Jones, H. R. Woudhuysen (2007). “Poems: Third Series”, p.203, Cengage Learning EMEA

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

William Shakespeare

Sassy, Coward, Bed

1596-7 Henry IV Part One, act 2, sc.5, l.245-52.

Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian- Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong- Would here have kill'd your king, I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art.

William Shakespeare

Art, Strong, Brother

William Shakespeare (1867). “The Works of William Shakespeare”, p.18

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.

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Rain, Wind, Rivers

'Twelfth Night' (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [401]

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

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Running, Heart, Apollo

William Shakespeare (2016). “The New Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works”, p.1097, Oxford University Press