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Shakespeare Quotes from King Lear
When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again.— filed under Affection
Henceforth I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die.— filed under Affliction
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.— filed under Affliction
As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.— filed under Affliction
O, heavens, If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, Make it your cause.— filed under Affliction
Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward; not an hour more nor less, And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.— filed under Affliction
You are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine.— filed under Affliction
Touch me with noble anger! And let not women's weapons, water drops, Stain my man's cheeks.— filed under Anger
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanche, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.— filed under Animals-Dog
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?— filed under Animals-Dog
For they are yet but ear-kissing arguments.— filed under Art
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar, And the creature run from the cur: There. There, thou might'st behold the great image of authority; A dog's obeyed in office.— filed under Authority
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, That it had it head bit off by it young.— filed under Birds-Swallow
Keep thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.— filed under Books
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon :— filed under Character
We have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again. Therefore begone Without our grace, our love, our benizon.— filed under Childhood
Which of them shall I take? Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd, If both remain alive.— filed under Choice
Fathers that wear rags Do make their children blind; But fathers that bear bags Shall see their children kind. C.— filed under Consideration
He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven, And fire us hence like foxes.— filed under Constancy
Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs, Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honor from thy suffering.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
Tremble, thou wretch, That has within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice.— filed under Crime
I have perceived a most faint neglect of late, which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness.— filed under Curiosity
O, our lives' sweetness! That we the pain of death would hourly die Rather than die at once!— filed under Death
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.— filed under Dew
I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indispos'd and sickly fit For the sound man.— filed under Dissension
Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready.— filed under Eating
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.— filed under Bias
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.— filed under Bias
How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.— filed under Eternity
Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smile and tears Were like a better way.— filed under Expression
You have seen Sunshine and rain at once. *** those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not t know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.— filed under Eyes
I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see.— filed under Face
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only I do not like the fashion of your garments.— filed under Fashion
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.— filed under Fortune
Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us anything. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 271. Fortune knows, We scorn her most, when most she offers blows. Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 11. L. 73. Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor. и.— filed under Fortune
Century. Last line. When the mind's free, The body's delicate.— filed under Freedom
How, in one house, Should many people, under two commands, Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.— filed under Government
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er-skip, When grief hath mates.— filed under Grief
May be he is not well: Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound.— filed under Hearing
I am your host; With robbers' hands my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus.— filed under Humanity
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty.— filed under Husband
Johnson. 1776. All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall On her ungrateful top.— filed under Ingratitude
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster!— filed under Ingratitude
We are not ourselves When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body.— filed under Insanity
Jesters do often prove prophets.— filed under Jesting
This shows you are above Your justicers; that these our nether crimes So speedily can venge!— filed under Justice
Bashfulness. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats.— filed under Knavery
Thou whoreson Zed! thou unnecessary letter!— filed under Language
Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure.— filed under Leisure
This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin there shall I end; My life is run his compass. x. Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 23. Thy life's a miracle.— filed under Life
When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools.— filed under Life
Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.— filed under Love
Briefly thyself remember.— filed under Memory
The worst is not So long as we can say "This is the worst."— filed under Moderation
Necessity's sharp pinch!— filed under Necessity
He that has a house to put 's head in has a good head-piece.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
'Tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer; you gave me nothing for 't.— filed under Occupations-Law
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.— filed under Occupations-Medicine
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow.— filed under Occupations-Mercantile
Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? Ay, a tailor, sir; a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though he had been but two hours at the trade.— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring i' the winter.— filed under Occupations-Tailoring
Cleveland-Blaine Campaign of 1884. Get thee glass eyes; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.— filed under Politics
Picket Guard. All's not offence that indiscretion finds. C.— filed under Proverbs
Although the last, not least.— filed under Proverbs
He that keeps nor crust nor crum, Weary of all, shall want some.— filed under Proverbs
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest.— filed under Prudence
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Are many simples operative, whose power Will close the eye of anguish.— filed under Repose
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.— filed under Results
Ay, every inch a king.— filed under Royalty
SEASONS (THE)-WINTER. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.— filed under Sows
I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.— filed under Sin
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.— filed under Sin
Bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death.— filed under Sleep
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at anything. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 205. Those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.— filed under Snow
Whilst I was big in clamour came there in a man, Who, having seen me in my worst estate, Shunn'd my abhorr'd society.— filed under Society
Down, thou climbing sorrow.— filed under Sorrow
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire and every one doth shine, But there's but one in all doth hold his place. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 63. The stars above us govern our conditions.— filed under Stars
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples.— filed under Storm
Holland, to a Friend in England. L. 21. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study?— filed under Stupidity
You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me; Let not my worser spirit tempt me again To die before you please!— filed under Suicide
Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!— filed under Tears
No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep.— filed under Tears
There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten'd.— filed under Tears
To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder? In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick, cross lightning?— filed under Tides
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides; Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.— filed under Time
Know, my name is lost; By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and cankerbit.— filed under Treason
She hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here.— filed under Unkindness
Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.— filed under War
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.— filed under Wisdom
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.— filed under Woman