William Shakespeare Quotes about Spring

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

Summer, Spring, Wind

Sonnet 18

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

William Shakespeare

Love, Summer, Spring

William Shakespeare (1826). “The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare”, p.43

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Gentle, Spring Love

William Shakespeare, Edmond Malone, James Boswell, Samuel Johnson, Alexander Pope (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.59

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

William Shakespeare

Love, Spring

'Pericles, Prince Of Tyre' (1606-8) act 1, sc. 1, l. 12

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

William Shakespeare

Nature, Spring, Garden

Sonnet 98

Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest have thirty-one Without a blessed gleam of sun And if any of them had two-and-thirty They'd be just as wet and twice as dirty." "April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Blessed, Rain

Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Flower, Wind

'The Winter's Tale' (1610-1) act 4, sc. 3, l. 116

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

William Shakespeare

Weed, Spring, Garden

William Shakespeare, Ronald Knowles (1999). “King Henry VI Part 2: Third Series”, p.232, Cengage Learning EMEA

When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

William Shakespeare

Sweet, Kings, Spring

'The Winter's Tale' (1610-1) act 4, sc. 2, l. 1

You'd be so lean, that blast of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might Become your time of day.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Flower, Blow

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

William Shakespeare

Marriage, Spring, Women

'As You Like It' (1599) act 4, sc. 1, l. [153]

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.

William Shakespeare

Sweet, Spring, Bird

'As You Like It' (1599) act 5, sc. 3, l. [18]

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

William Shakespeare

Sweet, Queens, Spring

'Hamlet' (1601) act 5, sc. 1, l. [265]

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

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

William Shakespeare

Sweet, Spring, Bird

'As You Like It' (1599) act 5, sc. 3, l. [18]

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

William Shakespeare

Summer, Time, Spring

William Shakespeare (1836). “The works of Shakespeare”, p.134

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

William Shakespeare

Sweet, Art, Spring

'Henry VIII' (1613) act 3, sc. 1, l. 3

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away

William Shakespeare

Spring, Love You, Clouds

'The Two Gentlemen Of Verona' (1592-3) act 1, sc. 3, l. 84

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

William Shakespeare

Sweet, Lying, Spring

'Cymbeline' (1609-10) act 2, sc. 3, l. [22]

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Night, Light

William Shakespeare (1998). “Four Late Plays”, p.357, Wordsworth Editions

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

William Shakespeare

Summer, Spring, Short Summer

William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Edward Capell, Alexander Pope, George Steevens (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare”, p.103

Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Winter, April

William Shakespeare (1816). “The Works of William Shakspeare...: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentic Copies, and Revised, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.82

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.

William Shakespeare

Spring, Proud, Youth

Sonnet 98

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

William Shakespeare

Summer, Spring, Eye

1609 Sonnets, sonnet 104.