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Shakespeare Quotes from Richard III
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!— filed under Animals-Horse
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.— filed under Animals-Horse
Leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method. S.— filed under Art
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.— filed under Birds-Canary
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.— filed under Birds-Swallow
Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper: And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Merchant of Venice. Act 1. Sc. 1. L. 51. Now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed.— filed under Character
Oh, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's from the top to toe.— filed under Childhood
Your children were vexation to your youth, But mine shall be a comfort to your age.— filed under Childhood
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion, To pray for them that have done scathe to us.— filed under Christian
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.— filed under Conscience
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.— filed under Conscience
Soft, I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!— filed under Conscience
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!— filed under Conscience
'Tis a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.— filed under Conscience
When holy and devout religious men Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.— filed under Contemplation
''Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared and look not for it.— filed under Death
Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile.— filed under Deceit
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.— filed under Delight
There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul shall pity me.— filed under Desolation
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.— filed under Destiny
What is done cannot be now amended.— filed under Destiny
I know a discontented gentleman, Whose humble means match not his haughty mind.— filed under Discretion
trans. I'll dream no more-by manly mind Not even in sleep is well resigned. My midnight orisons said o'er, I'll turn to rest and dream no more. ScoTT-Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 35. For never yet one hour in his bed Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep, But have been waked by his timorous dreams. S.— filed under Dreams
Oh! I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.— filed under Dreams
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.— filed under Aristophanes
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 80. The world is grown so bad That wrens make prey where eagles dare not. perch.— filed under Aristophanes
There have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 45. When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.— filed under Experience
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life. S.— filed under Fame
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass, And entertain some score or two of tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favour with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost.— filed under Fashion
They spake not a word; Bút, like dumb statues or breathing stones, Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale.— filed under Fear
Truly the souls of men are full of dread : Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.— filed under Fear
Union. A garish flag, To be the aim of every dangerous shot.— filed under Flags
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.— filed under Pope
God, if Thy will be so, Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!— filed under Futurity
Since every Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack.— filed under Gifts
Why, this it is, when men are rul'd by women.— filed under Government
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them; And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.— filed under Greatness
"Ay," quoth my uncle Gloucester, "Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace:" And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.— filed under Guests
O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.— filed under Guests
For the selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.— filed under Hell
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.— filed under Honesty
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings: Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.— filed under Hope
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, * * * He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.— filed under Hypocrisy
What is my offence? Where are the evidence that do accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge?— filed under Judgment
• The urging of that word, judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.— filed under Judgment
Teach not thy lips such scorn; for they were made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.— filed under Kisses
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.— filed under Kisses
Divinely bent to meditation; And in no worldly suits would he be mov'd, To draw him from his holy exercise.— filed under Meditation
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood Over thy wounds now do I prophesy. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 254. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder: and wilt thou, then, Spurn at his edict and fulfill a man's?— filed under Murder
I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Speak and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion.— filed under Occupations-Acting
1850. Before I be convict by course of law, To threaten me with death is most unlawful.— filed under Occupations-Law
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green. Venus and Adonis. L. 145. Fear not, my lord, I'll play the orator As if the golden fee for which I plead Were for myself.— filed under Order
น. Since you will buckle fortune on my back, To bear her burthen, whether I will or no, I must have patience to endure the load.— filed under Patience
To reap the harvest of perpetual peace, By this one bloody trial of sharp war.— filed under Peace
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul shall pity me: Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?— filed under Pity
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me, As you would beg, were you in my distress: A begging prince what beggar pities not?— filed under Pity
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.— filed under Pity
between Buckingham and Essex. Harp not on that string.— filed under Proverbs
And wet his grave with my repentant tears.— filed under Repentance
Shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.— filed under Shakespeare
I let fall the windows of mine eyes.— filed under Sleep
Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.— filed under Sorrow
If sorrow can admit society, Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine.— filed under Sorrow
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. C.— filed under Sorrow
The king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse party want.— filed under Students
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.— filed under Success
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.— filed under Summer
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?— filed under Sunset
Talkers are no good doers; be assur'd We come to use our hands and not our tongues.— filed under Tea
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness.— filed under Tears
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspect with store of childish drops.— filed under Tears
Know'st thou not any whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?— filed under Temptation
What is 't o'clock? L. 127. Upon the stroke of four.— filed under Time
Tellest thou me of "ifs"? Thou art a traitor : Off with his head!— filed under Treason
A grievous burthen was thy birth to me; Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.— filed under Trials
Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retail'd to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.— filed under Truth
The weary sun hath made a golden set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.— filed under Tyranny
For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide: One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; One that made means to come by what he hath, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; A base foul stone, made precious by the foil Of England's chair, where he is falsely set; One that hath ever been God's enemy.— filed under Unity
Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 270. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!— filed under War
Grim-visag'd war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.— filed under War
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath, That they may crush down with heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries.— filed under War
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd without impediment.— filed under War
Give me a bowl of wine: I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.— filed under Wine And Spirits
To leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method.— filed under Wit
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won?— filed under Wooing
The world is grown so bad, That wrens makeprey where eagles dare not perch.— filed under Work
Get a prayer-book in your hand, And stand betwixt two churchmen.— filed under Worth