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Shakespeare Quotes from Titus Andronicus
Give me a staff of honor for mine age, But not a sceptre to control the world.— filed under Affliction
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby.— filed under Birds-Falcon
Did ever raven sing so like a lark, That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? C.— filed under Birds-Raven
Now to the Goths as swift as swallow flies.— filed under Birds-Swallow
For all the water in the ocean, Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood.— filed under Birds-Thrush
Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. WILLIAM PITT (Earl of Chatham)- Speech. Jan. 14, 1766. Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.— filed under Boiste
I know thou art religious, And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies, Which I have seen thee careful to observe.— filed under Conscience
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.— filed under Deeds
But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard, In your rambles in valleys and forests, Repeating your ultimate word. J. G. SAXE The Story of Echo. The babbling echo mocks the hounds, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, As if a double hunt were heard at once.— filed under Economy
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them then in being merciful; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.— filed under Bias
He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.— filed under Fame
Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances. C.— filed under Grief
A barren detested vale, you see it is; The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe.— filed under Herbage
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.— filed under Libraries
As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach.— filed under Morning
Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit.— filed under Occupations-Culinary
S. L. 334. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.— filed under Reverence
Two may keep counsel when the third's away.— filed under Secrecy
Chequer'd shadow.— filed under Shakespeare
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal; But sorrow flouted at is double death.— filed under Sorrow
As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, And overlooks the highest-peering hills.— filed under Sunrise
Then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.— filed under Tears
A barren detested vale, you see it is; The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe.— filed under Treason
More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of.— filed under Water
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won.— filed under Woman
S. These words are razors to my wounded heart.— filed under Words