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Shakespeare Quotes from Coriolanus
Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen.— filed under Abhorrence
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears.— filed under Action
Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.— filed under Anger
Being once chaf'd, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart.— filed under Anger
The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they.— filed under Animals-Swine
They threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Shouting their emulation.— filed under Argument
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you His absolute "shall"? น.— filed under Authority
Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all From twelve to seventy; and pouring war Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, Like a bold flood o'erbear.— filed under Banishment
Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine. The Rape of Lucrece. L. 792. I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no.— filed under Blushes
Chaste as the icicle That's curded by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.— filed under Chastity
The people are the city.— filed under Circumstance
You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would beat!— filed under Creation
Custom calls me to 't: What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap't For truth to o'erpeer.— filed under Dancing
Determine on some course, More than a wild exposure to each chance That starts i' the way before thee.— filed under Decision
He covets less Than misery itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them, and is content To spend the time to end it.— filed under Deeds
O, he's a limb, that has but a disease; Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.— filed under Dissension
Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me.— filed under Dreams
Action is eloquence.— filed under Eloquence
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in 't: though thy tackle's torn, Thou show'st a noble vessel.— filed under Face
But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 208. By God, I cannot flatter: I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. Henry IV. Pt. 1. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 6. Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground.— filed under Flattery
Ep. Ep. I. L. 14. Let but the commons hear this testament- • Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read- And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 135. Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enroll'd In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!— filed under Gratitude
Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse that ever herald Did follow to his urn.— filed under Gratitude
They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs, That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only with these shreds They vented their complainings.— filed under Hunger
I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand, As if a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.— filed under Independence
Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude. и.— filed under Ingratitude
O, a kiss, Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear.— filed under Kisses
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scarr'd the moon with splinters.— filed under Love
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle That's curded by the frost from purest snow.— filed under Monuments
His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder.— filed under Oaths
Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 36. Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace.— filed under Occupations-Acting
He hath resisted law, And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Than the severity of the public power.— filed under Occupations-Law
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a second day of audience.— filed under Occupations-Law
Had I a dozen sons, -each in my love alike, *** I had rather have eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.— filed under Patriotism
I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, than mine own life.— filed under Patriotism
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him, and The blind to hear him speak: matrons flung gloves, Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers Upon him as he passed; the nobles bended, As to Jove's statue, and the commons made A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts.— filed under Popularity
All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him.— filed under Praise
In that day's feats, * * * * * * He prov'd best man i' the field, and for his meed Was brow-bound with the oak.— filed under Strength
Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon.— filed under Success
I thank you for your voices: thank you : Your most sweet voices.— filed under Thankfulness
The man was noble, But with his last attempt he wiped it out: Destroy'd his country, and his name remains To the ensuing age abhorr'd.— filed under Treason
Thou know'st, great son, The end of war's uncertain.— filed under War
The Lamp of Beauty. Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want can quench the eye's bright grace. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto I. St. 28. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.— filed under Work