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Shakespeare Quotes from Troilus and Cressida
*** more abhorr'd Than spotted livers in the sacrifice.— filed under Abhorrence
How my achievements mock me! I will go meet them.— filed under Action
The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy: his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.— filed under Animals-Dog
Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock, -a stride and a stand.— filed under Birds-Pelican
An honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails.— filed under Birds-Raven
And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phœbus.— filed under Blushes
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.— filed under Clouds
Apologue 21. Ross' trans. As false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.— filed under Comparisons
A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.— filed under Consideration
The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage.— filed under Consideration
The thing of courage As rous'd with rage with rage doth sympathise, And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, Retorts to chiding fortune.— filed under Courage
Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.— filed under Decision
Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth and fight; Do deeds worth praise and tell you them at night.— filed under Deeds
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise.— filed under Doubt
You would eat chickens i' the shell.— filed under Eating
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves: And therefore are they very dangerous. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 208. The general's disdain'd By him one step below; he by the next; That next by him beneath; so every step, Exampled by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, grows to an envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation.— filed under Envy
Omission to do what is necessary Seals a commission to a blank of danger.— filed under Eternity
The error of our eye directs our mind : What error leads must err.— filed under Eternity
Expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense.— filed under Expectation
How some men creep in skittish Fortune's hall, While others play the idiots in her eyes!— filed under Fortune
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.— filed under Freedom
The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.— filed under Friendship
Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.— filed under Hair
O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman.— filed under Happiness
For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast.— filed under Honor
I do not like this fooling.— filed under Jesting
I'll take that winter from your lips.— filed under Kisses
I have had my labour for my travail.— filed under Language
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.— filed under Language
For to be wise, and love Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.— filed under Love
They say all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform.— filed under Love
For men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer.— filed under Man
Be moderate, be moderate. Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste, And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?— filed under Moderation
The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.— filed under Morning
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows!— filed under Music
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.— filed under Nature
trans. Pope's What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.— filed under Obscurity
And, like a strutting player, whose conceit Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich To hear the wooden dialogue and sound 'Twixt his stretch'd footing and the scaffoldage.— filed under Occupations-Acting
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding: but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting: but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word "hereafter" the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven and the baking: nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.— filed under Occupations-Cabinet-Making
I said an elder soldier, not a better. Did I say, better? Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 56. May that soldier a mere recreant prove That means not, hath not, or is not in love!— filed under Occupations-Military
Not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 394. The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order.— filed under Order
Perseverance, dear my lord, Act I. Sc. 1. Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.— filed under Philosophy
Every man is odd.— filed under Archimedes
He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it Cry "No recovery."— filed under Pride
, his own He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own itself but in chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in praise. the deed, devours the deed in the— filed under Pride
I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.— filed under Pride
Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees. fees. L.— filed under Prison
I see my reputation is at stake: My fame is shrewdly gor'd.— filed under Resignation
I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile : But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.— filed under Sorrow
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency.— filed under Temptation
Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.— filed under Time
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.— filed under Time
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes; Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done.— filed under Time
L, 145, Time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles.— filed under Time
Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 99. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.— filed under Welcome
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.— filed under Wind
That what he will he does, and does so much That proof is call'd impossibility.— filed under Wind
Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing: That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this: Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is.— filed under Wooing
Words pay no debts, give her deeds. Sc.— filed under Words
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.— filed under Words
The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure.— filed under Youth