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Shakespeare Quotes from Antony and Cleopatra
*** let's to billiards. Come, Charmian, My arm is sore: best play with Mardian.— filed under Amusements
Never anger made good guard for itself.— filed under Anger
Give me mine angle, we'll to the river; there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws.— filed under Angling
Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. C.— filed under Appetite
For her own person, It beggar'd all description. и.— filed under Beauty
The cuckoo builds not for himself.— filed under Birds-Cuckoo
The swan's down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines.— filed under Birds-Thrush
The oars were silver: Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke.— filed under Books
What's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us.— filed under Bravery
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.— filed under Chance
Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me, rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring!— filed under Conquest
For grief is crowned with consolation;— filed under Consolation
Now from head to foot I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.— filed under Contemplation
I have Immortal longings in me.— filed under Desire
My desolation does begin to make A better life.— filed under Desolation
But yet, madam- I do not like "But yet," it does allay The good precedence; fie upon "But yet; " "But yet" is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor.— filed under Doubt
To try thy eloquence, now 'tis time.— filed under Eloquence
Equality of two domestic powers Breeds scrupulous faction.— filed under Equality
Like to the time o' the year between the extremes Of hot and cold, he was nor sad nor merry.— filed under Extremes
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.— filed under Face
Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon. Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's away.— filed under Fame
To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. ScoTT-Marmion. L'Envoy. To the Reader. Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort!— filed under Farewell
But, first Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there.— filed under Festivities
Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent.— filed under Haste
In time we hate that which we often fear.— filed under Hatred
If I lose mine honour, I lose myself; better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.— filed under Honor
No worse a husband than the best of men.— filed under Husband
I see men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.— filed under Judgment
We have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces.— filed under Kisses
Shall I say to Cæsar What you require of him? for he partly begs To be desir'd to give. It much would please him, That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon.— filed under Liberality
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself. 0. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 93. O excellent! I love long life better than figs.— filed under Life
There's beggary in the love that can be can be reckoned.— filed under Love
When mine hours were nice and lucky.— filed under Luxury
Give me some music; music, moody food Of us that trade in love.— filed under Music
In Nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.— filed under Nature
Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news; give to a gracious message An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.— filed under News
Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together.— filed under Occupations-Journalism
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren.— filed under Occupations-Journalism
To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight.— filed under Occupations-Mercantile
From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs.— filed under Occupations-Painting
So perfumed that The winds were love-sick.— filed under Occupations-Painting
I must to the barber's; *** for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 23. Our courteous Antony, * * * * * * Being barber'd ten times o'er, goes to the feast.— filed under Occupations-Tonsorial
Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.— filed under Oratory
Boys who, being mature in knowledge, Pawn their experience to their present pleasure.— filed under Pleasure
In nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read.— filed under Prophecy
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle.— filed under Quackery
My desolation does begin to make A better life.— filed under Reformation
I have offended reputation, A most unnoble swerving.— filed under Reputation
My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Of woman in me: now from head to foot I am marble-constant.— filed under Resolution
The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes to harvest.— filed under Rivers-Potomac
His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.— filed under Royalty
Introductory verses. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.— filed under Ships
Bravest at the last, She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal, Took her own way.— filed under Suicide
Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.— filed under Symbols
The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow.— filed under Tears
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot.— filed under Truth
When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.— filed under Valor
1717. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.— filed under Variety
And all the gods go with you! upon your sword Sit laurel victory! and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet!— filed under War
Bid that welcome Which comes to punish us, and we punish it Seeming to bear it lightly.— filed under Welcome
As for my wife, I would you had her spirit in such another; The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle You may pace easy, but not such a wife.— filed under Wife
Wisdom and fortune combating together, If that the former dare but what it can, No chance may shake it.— filed under Wisdom
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.— filed under Woman
My salad days; When I was green in judgment.— filed under Youth
The spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. in— filed under Youth