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Shakespeare Quotes from Twelfth Night
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests.— filed under Apparel
'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.— filed under Beauty
Jove bless thee, master Parson.— filed under Blessings
I am sure, care's an enemy to life.— filed under Care
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him.— filed under Challenge
But thou liest in thy throat; that is not the matter I challenge thee for.— filed under Challenge
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.— filed under Change
The trick of singularity.— filed under Character
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has.— filed under Christian
'Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.— filed under Compliments
I could be well moved if I were as you; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me; But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 58. If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are, Unstaid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature That is belov'd.— filed under Contemplation
I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything and their intent everywhere; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.— filed under Contemplation
Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes.— filed under Contemplation
O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!— filed under Content
A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld have challenged him.— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
You are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.— filed under Curiosity
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath: I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Oh, prepare it! My part of death no one so true Did share it.— filed under Death
What, man! defy the devil: consider, he's an enemy to mankind.— filed under Dew
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind. v. Scott-Rokeby. Canto I. St. 31. But were it to my fancy given To rate her charms, I'd call them heaven; For though a mortal made of clay, Angels must love Ann Hathaway; She hath a way so to control, To rapture the imprisoned soul, And sweetest heaven on earth display, That to be heaven Ann hath a way; She hath a way, Ann Hathaway, - To be heaven's self Ann hath a way. Attributed to SHAKESPEARE. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!— filed under Fancy
So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.— filed under Fancy
Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!— filed under Farewell
Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not owe; What is decreed must be, and be this so.— filed under Fate
The sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour!— filed under Flowers-Violet
Marry, sir, they praise me and make an of ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself.— filed under Folly
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit.— filed under Folly
Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we; For, such as we are made of, such we be.— filed under Freedom
"I am a gentleman." I'll be sworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon.— filed under Gentlemen
He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.— filed under Gratitude
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.— filed under Greatness
Madam, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness, but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled, than the Egyptians in their fog.— filed under Imagination
I hate ingratitude more in a man, Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice.— filed under Ingratitude
What's a drunken man like, fool? Like a drowned man, a fool and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.— filed under Invention
Speaks three or four languages word for word without a book.— filed under Linguists
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. C.— filed under Love
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute!— filed under Love
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.— filed under Love
Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd.— filed under Martyrdom
Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn Than women's are.— filed under Matrimony
Now go with me and with this holy man Into the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof, Plight me the full assurance of your faith.— filed under Matrimony
She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.— filed under Monuments
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— filed under Music
For it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives with a swaggering accent sharply twanged manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.— filed under Oaths
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.— filed under Occupations-Jeweler
Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. S.— filed under Occupations-Law
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor.— filed under Occupations-Law
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I'll give 't him.— filed under Occupations-Post
I have a letter from her Of such contents as you will wonder at: The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, That neither singly can be manifested, Without the show of both. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act IV. Sc. 6. L. 12. Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.— filed under Occupations-Post
She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.— filed under Patience
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.— filed under Perception
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! Sc. 1. L.— filed under Pride
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit. C.— filed under Proverbs
Address. March 4, 1837. I smell a device.— filed under Proverbs
P. 473. I can tell thee where that saying was born.— filed under Prosperity
"Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.— filed under Borbonius
Rain. For the rain it raineth every day. C.— filed under Rain
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse.— filed under Sorrow
I would be loath to cast away my speech, for besides that it is excellently well penn'd, I have taken great pains to con it.— filed under Speech
That orbed continent the fire That severs day from night.— filed under Summer
Eye-offending brine.— filed under Tears
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.— filed under Time
In nature there's no blemish but the mind; the unkind . None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind.— filed under Unkindness
S. L. 21. Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.— filed under Virtue
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.— filed under Wisdom
Those wits that think they have thee, do very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise man; for what says Quinapalus? "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit."— filed under Wit
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.— filed under Woman
Words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.— filed under Words