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Shakespeare Quotes from Timon of Athens
*** few things loves better Than to abhor himself.— filed under Abhorrence
Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs.— filed under Abhorrence
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.— filed under Affliction
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no track behind.— filed under Birds-Dove
The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship.— filed under Birds-Swallow
Ceremony was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown.— filed under Ceremony
How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental power This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret.— filed under Character
They mocked thee for too much curiosity.— filed under Curiosity
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; And spend our flatteries, to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again, With poisonous spite and envy.— filed under Envy
Promising is the very air o' the time; it opens the eyes of expectation: performance is ever the duller for his act; and, but in the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is quite out of use.— filed under Experience
Faults that are rich are fair.— filed under Faults
Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place.— filed under Festivities
I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more: my cook and I'll provide.— filed under Festivities
The fire i' the flint Shows not till it be struck.— filed under Fire
O, that men's ears should be To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!— filed under Flirting
and Foe. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 86. For by these Shall I try friends: you shall perceive how you Mistake my fortunes; I am wealthy in my friends.— filed under Friends
I am not of that feather to shake off My friend when he must need me.— filed under Friends
Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.— filed under Friendship
Friendship's full of dregs.— filed under Friendship
Like madness is the glory of this life.— filed under Glory
Who would be so mock'd with glory?— filed under Glory
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.— filed under Heroes
At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty.— filed under Honesty
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.— filed under Humanity
'Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind, That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind.— filed under Liberality
The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship.— filed under Loyalty
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.— filed under Man
When every room Hath blaz'd with lights and brayed with minstrelsy.— filed under Midnight
Such a house broke! So noble a master fallen! All gone! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm, And go along with him.— filed under Moderation
We have seen better days.— filed under Moderation
You are an alchemist; make gold of that.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
We are for law; he dies. Y.— filed under Occupations-Law
Trust not the physician; His antidotes are poison, and he slays More than you rob.— filed under Occupations-Medicine
Traffic's thy god; and thy god confound thee!— filed under Occupations-Military
Painting. Introduction. I will say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life.— filed under Occupations-Painting
The painting is almost the natural man: For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, He is but outside; pencill'd figures are Ev'n such as they give out.— filed under Occupations-Painting
Wrought he not well that painted it? He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.— filed under Occupations-Painting
You undergo too strict a paradox, Striving to make an ugly deed look fair.— filed under Paradox
O God, show compassion on the wicked. The virtuous have already been blessed by speeches of their own composition, or that of Thee in being virtuous. Prayer of a Persian Dervish. But, I perceive, Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.— filed under Pity
Pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly.— filed under Pity
It is a pretty mocking of the life.— filed under Scandal
My heart is ever at your service.— filed under Service
He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake: His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 119. My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.— filed under Sickness
In limited professions there's boundless theft.— filed under Thought
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.— filed under Thought
Fairfax. He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, ; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart. To bring it into danger.— filed under Valor
Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!— filed under Variety
The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique; There's nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villainy.— filed under Villainy
Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules, gules; Religious canons, civil laws are cruel; Then what should war be?— filed under War
Honest water, which ne'er left man in the mire.— filed under Water