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Shakespeare Quotes from Two Gentlemen of Verona
Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am cross'd with adversity.— filed under Adversity
Come not within the measure of my wrath.— filed under Anger
Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse And presently all humbled kiss the rod !— filed under Babyhood
You have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin redbreast.— filed under Birds-Robin
He wants wit that wants resolved will.— filed under Character
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; * * * * * * His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.— filed under Character
O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but a woman's might. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 7. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. That one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins: Inconstancy falls off ere it begins. S.— filed under Contemplation
In the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells.— filed under Deceit
For what I will, I will, and there an end.— filed under Decision
I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty.— filed under Easter
Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.— filed under Fire
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For, "get you gone," she doth not mean, "away." Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.— filed under Flirting
I hold him but a fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not.— filed under Folly
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.— filed under Fraud
Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman's mind.— filed under Gifts
Preface. How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns,— filed under Hair
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.— filed under Honesty
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that And manage it against despairing thoughts.— filed under Hope
I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad Than living, dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.— filed under Idleness
Or as one nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. P.— filed under Inconstancy
Why, then we'll make exchange; here, take you this, And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.— filed under Kisses
By your own report A linguist.— filed under Linguists
And writers say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime.— filed under Love
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words.— filed under Love
Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale.— filed under Love
For he was more than over shoes in love.— filed under Love
How wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod.— filed under Love
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.— filed under Love
Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.— filed under Love
O, how this spring of love resembleth Th' uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!— filed under Love
O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife! Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 303. She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar and the rocks pure gold.— filed under Matrimony
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.— filed under Occupations-Authorship
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills.— filed under Occupations-Medicine
Second Series. P. 312. To make a virtue of necessity.— filed under Proverbs
I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so because I think him so.— filed under Viii
I to myself am dearer than a friend.— filed under Self-Love
You know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go.— filed under Service
What; gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. bb.— filed under Silence
Nay, now you are too flat And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.— filed under Singers
If I can do it By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, She shall not long continue love to him.— filed under Slander
S. Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer, As e'er I did commit.— filed under Sorrow
I so lively acted with my tears That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly.— filed under Tears
Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.— filed under Tears
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.— filed under Time
Et tu Brute! Then fall, Cæsar! Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. I. L. 77. I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake: The private wound is deepest.— filed under Treason
His worth is warrant for his welcome. C.— filed under Welcome
I reckon this always, that a man is never undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say "Welcome!"— filed under Welcome
Why, man, she is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar and the rocks pure gold.— filed under Wife
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end.— filed under Woman
Never give her o'er; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love in you; If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone, For why, the fools are mad if left alone.— filed under Woman
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small: 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired; The contrary doth make thee wondered at: 'Tis government that makes them seem divine. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act. I. Sc. 4. L. 128. To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.— filed under Woman
Say that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity.— filed under Wooing
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.— filed under Wooing
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd and were not made to woo. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 241. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words; Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman's mind.— filed under Wooing
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. Act II.— filed under Words
Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 229. The private wound is deepest: O time most accurs'd 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst.— filed under Youth