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Shakespeare Quotes from All's Well that Ends Well
'Tis often seen Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign seeds.— filed under Adoption
Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.— filed under Advice
, But for me, I have an answer will serve all men.— filed under Answer
I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. M. W. v. 5. If thou be'st not an ass, I am youth of fourteen.— filed under Ass
Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry.— filed under Attendance
Will change to virtue and to worthiness. Well, I must be patient, there is no fettering of— filed under Authority
Damnable, both sides rogue.— filed under Badness
All the gods go with you! upon your sword Sit laurell'd victory! and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet. A.C. 1.3. Mars dote on you for his novices.— filed under Benediction
He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and bounce; He gives the bastinado with his tongue; Our ears are cudgell'd; not a word of his, But buffets better than a fist of France; Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words. K. J. ii. 2. Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass.— filed under Braggarts
Highly fed, and lowly taught.— filed under Breeding
Wars are no strife— filed under Broils, Domestic
And these are of them. On my life, my lord, a bubble.— filed under Bubbles
How mightily, sometimes, we make us comforts of our losses of our losses— filed under Comfort
Is not this a strange fellow, my lord? that so confidently seems to undertake this business, which he knows is not to be done; damns himself to do, and dares better be damn'd than to do it.— filed under Confidence
Every night he comes With music of all sorts, and songs compos'd To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves; for he persists,— filed under Courtship
For why, the fools are mad if left alone. The count he wooes your daughter, Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty, Resolves to carry her; let her, in fine, consent, As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it, Now his important blood will nought deny— filed under Courtship
I know him a notorious liar; Think him a great way fool, solely a coward: Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Look bleak in the cold wind.— filed under Cowards
In a retreat he outruns any lacquey; marry, in coming on, he has the cramp.— filed under Coward
Foul-spoken coward! that thunderest with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform. Tit. And. ii. 1. He excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is reputed one of the best that is.— filed under Coward
But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act.— filed under Decrepitude
Shall I stay here to do't; no, no, although The air of paradise did fan the house, And angels offic'd all: I will be gone.— filed under Determination
The brains of my Cupid's knock'd out; and I begin te love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.— filed under Dotard
I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword his sword clean; nor believe he can have every thing in him for— filed under Dress
He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.— filed under Drums
I'll no more drumming; a plague of all drums.— filed under Drums
I have felt so many quirks of joy, and grief, That the first face of neither, on the start,— filed under Emotion
Impossible be strange attempts, to those That weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose What hath been cannot be.— filed under Enterprise
A world Of pretty, fond, adoptious Christendoms, That blinking Cupid gossips.— filed under Fond
I ne'er had worse luck in my life, in my,-O Lord, Sir: I see, things may serve long, but not serve ever.— filed under Evasion
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits, Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.— filed under Expectation
In the cradle where it lies. She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Madding my eagerness with her restraint, As all impediments in fancy's course— filed under Fancy
Are motives of more fancy. We must every one be a man of his own fancy.— filed under Fancy
fourteen and five-and-thirty? Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed.— filed under Fa Siiion
His great offence is dead, And deeper than oblivion do we bury The incensing relicks of it.— filed under Forgiveness
A man whom Fortune hath cruelly scratch'd.— filed under Fortune
One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his heart out ere— filed under Good Women
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, Hath it been own'd and worn. A. W. v.3 It is an honour 'longing to our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors. Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world, In me to lose.— filed under Heir-Loom
him on't, but I could never get him from it. Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt.— filed under Honesty
Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. J.C. v. 5. A scar nobly got, Or a noble sear, is a good livery of honour.— filed under Honour
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed: Where great additions swell, and virtue none, It is a dropsied honour: good alone Is good, without a name: vileness is so; The property by what it is should go, Not by the title.— filed under Honour
That they combine not there. You come Not to woo honour, but to wed it.— filed under Honour
A shrewd knave, and an unhappy.— filed under Knaves
LIAR. LIES. LYING. One that lies three-thirds, and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard, and thrice beaten.— filed under Letter
He will lie, Sir, with such volubility, that you would truth were a fool. think truth were a fool.— filed under Letter
That none but fools would keep. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipp'd them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not— filed under Life
I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet in this captious and intenible sieve, I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more.— filed under Love
Indeed, he was mad for her, and talk'd of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies.— filed under Love
O then, give pity To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose But lend and give, where she is sure to lose; That seeks not to find what her search implies, But, riddle-like, live sweetly where she dies.— filed under Love
It is the show and seal of nature's truth, Where love's strong passion is impressed in youth.— filed under Love
The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.— filed under Melancholy
Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a— filed under Melancholy
Sir, for a quart d'écu he will sell the fee-simple of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from all remainders.— filed under Mercenary
There is more owing her than is paid; and more shall— filed under Merit
How things are perfected. Great floods have flown From simple sources; and great seas have dried, While miracles have by the greatest been denied.— filed under Miracles
I am now, Sir, muddied in fortune's moat, and smell and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure.— filed under Misfortune
Then my dial goes not true; I took this lark for a bunting— filed under Mistake
Labouring art can never ransom Nature From her inaidable estate.— filed under Nature
Beshrew the witch: with venomous wights she stays, As tediously as hell; but flies the grasps of love, With wings more momentary-swift than thought. T.C.iv.2— filed under Night
Of any promise that hath pass'd from him. "Tis not the many oaths that make the truth;— filed under Jaths
He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking them he is stronger than Hercules.— filed under Oaths
He that of greatest works is finisher, Oft does them by the weakest minister: So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes.— filed under Omnipotence, Inscrutable
-, PRETENDED. We make trifles of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.— filed under Phantasy
We have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things, supernatural and causeless.— filed under Phantasy
Whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched SO far, 'twould have made Nature immortal, and immortal, and Death should have played for lack of work.— filed under Physic
Which holy undertaking, with most austere sanctimony, she accomplished.— filed under Pilgrimage
No, Madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor; though many of the rich are damned.— filed under Poverty
Our praises are our wages. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.— filed under Praise
To his own scandal. Which warp'd the line of every other favour; Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen; Extended or contracted all proportions, To a most hideous object.— filed under Prejudice
Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd: It is not so with him that all things knows As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows; But most it is presumption in us, when The help of heaven we count the act of men.— filed under Presumption
By our remembrances of days foregone.— filed under Remembrance
Beshrew your heart, Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me, With new lamenting antient oversights. H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3. His good remembrance, Sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph, As in your royal speech.— filed under Remembrance
Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face; Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts— filed under Resemblance
nook merely monastic. Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,- This is no flattery; these are counsellors A. P. ii.l That feelingly persuade me what I am. Let me not live,- Thus his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out, - Let me not live, quoth he After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies Expire before their fashions: This he wish'd I, after him, do after him wish too, Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, I quickly were dissolved from my hive, To give some labourers room.— filed under Retirement
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.— filed under Scorn
Stall this in your bosom.— filed under Secrecy
When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the grave of it.— filed under Secrecy
Ay, so you serve us, Till we serve you: but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.— filed under Seduction
Many a maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that so terribly shows in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are lim'd with the twigs that threaten them.— filed under Seduction
Faith, Sir, he has led the drum before the English tragedians, to belie him I will not, - and more of his soldiership I know not; except, in that country, he had the honour to be the officer at a place there called Mile End, to instruct for the doubling of files: I would do the man what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.— filed under Soldier
But my heart bleeds. This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that— filed under Sorrow
Her nature became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.— filed under Sorrow
Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy swordsmen.— filed under Striplings, Military
To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. The best brine a maiden can season her praise in.— filed under Tears
That is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is not like the sire: Honours thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive Than our foregoers.— filed under Titles
Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.— filed under Tongue
Oh, let me live, And all the secrets of our camp I'll show.— filed under Traitor
Thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel.— filed under Travelling
My master hath been an honourable gentleman, tricks he hath had in him, as gentlemen have.— filed under Tricks
He did look far Into the service of the time, and was Discipled of the bravest; he lasted long; But on us both did haggish age steal on, And wore us out of act.— filed under Veteran
He hath out-villained villany so far, that the rarity re-— filed under Villain
Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers up. Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men?— filed under Virginity
Her. business looks in her— filed under Vows
Come, let us make a muster speedily: Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily. H. IV. PT. 1. iv. 1. It may well serve A nursery to our gentry, who are sick For breathing and exploit.— filed under War
Alas, poor lady! 'Tis a hard bondage, to become the wife Of a detesting lord.— filed under Wife
Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder, that hath shot out in our latter times.— filed under Wonder
Bring in the admiration; that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine, By wond'ring how thou took'st it.— filed under Wonder
His plausive words He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them To grow there, and to bear.— filed under Words