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Shakespeare Quotes from As You Like It
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venemous,— filed under Adversity
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.— filed under Beauty
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside; As many other mannish cowards have, That do outface it with their semblances.— filed under Bold Exterior
Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, Till that the weary very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, When that I say, The city woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? Who can come in and say that I mean her, When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ? Or what is he of basest function, That says his bravery is not on my cost, (Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There, then; How, what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Why then, my taxing like a wild-goose flies,— filed under Censure
My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven,— filed under Ciiurlishness
A clod of wayward marle.— filed under Clouds
A snapper up of unconsidered trifles. And in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents— filed under Collector
yields a careful man work. A poor humour of mine, Sir, to take that that no man— filed under Collector
Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.— filed under Constancy
She is a woman, therefore may be won. Shakespeartan Dictionary. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.— filed under Courtship
The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility.— filed under Distress
If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who— filed under Enmity
Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their graces serve them but as enemies ? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. O, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!— filed under Envy
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye: 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee; Now Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down Or, if thou can'st not, O, for shame, for shame, Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers. Now show the wound mine eyes have made in thee: Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mines eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not; Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes, That can do hurt.— filed under Eye
Falser than vows made in wine.— filed under Falsehood
That it but mocks reproof. all like one There were none principal; they were all like one seeming monanother, as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to match it.— filed under Favour
A motley fool;-a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,— filed under Fool
It shall be still my true love's recompense. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans Still we went coupled and inseparable.— filed under Friend
I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Which I did store to be my foster nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown; Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to mine age.— filed under Gratitude
Is severally in all. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness— filed under Happiness
Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholden— filed under Horns
to your wives for. Horns! even so :-Poor men alone?-No, no; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal.— filed under Horns
He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana; a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.— filed under Kiss
And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.— filed under Kiss
carpet consideration. There lay he stretch'd along, like a wounded knight.— filed under Knighthood
It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the proposi tions of a lover.— filed under Love
We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.— filed under Love
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, that the whippers are in love too.— filed under Love
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.— filed under Love
Break an hour's promise in love!— filed under Love
I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn.— filed under Love
Your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees they have made a pair of stairs to marriage.— filed under Love
But if thy love were ever like to mine, How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy!— filed under Love
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not lov'd.— filed under Love
A lean cheek,-a blue eye, and sunken, an unquestionable spirit, a beard neglected: -Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.— filed under Love
They are in the very wrath of love, and they will to they will to gether; clubs cannot part them.— filed under Love
And I lov'd her that she did pity them. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.— filed under Love
The wound's invisible That love's keen arrows make.— filed under Love
Woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?— filed under Love
Wear this from me; one out of suits with fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.— filed under Love
Was is not is; besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings.— filed under Lover's Vows
But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : For I must tell you friendly in your ear,- Sell when you can; you are not for all markets.— filed under Manuscript
Wilt thou use thy wit? I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects: and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness.— filed under Melancholy
I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter.— filed under Moody
Under an oak whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity.— filed under Oak
By mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monster.— filed under Oaths
Squandering glances.— filed under Observation
If ever you have look'd en better days; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church If ever sat at any good man's feast; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.— filed under Pity
Audrey. I do not know what poetical is: Is it honest indeed and word? Is it a true thing? Touchstone. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning.— filed under Poetry, Poet
The bubble reputation.— filed under Reputation
To forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a— filed under Retirement
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,— filed under Retirement
What should the wars do with the jigging fools? J.C. iv. 3. This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you in fect yourself with them?— filed under Rhymster
I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please; for so fools have; And they that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? The why is plain as way to parish church; He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not, The wise man's folly is anatomis'd Ev'n by the squand'ring glances of the fool.— filed under Satire
I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends: -That the property of rain is te wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by nature, nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.— filed under Shepherd's Philosophy
Though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head, and brings his destiny with him, his horns; he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.— filed under Snail
I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.— filed under Song
Thus men may grow wiser every day! it is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.— filed under Sport
Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, A style for challengers.— filed under Style
When a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks.— filed under Thanks
O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are deadl H. IV. PT. II. iii. 2. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. He ambles with a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. He trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. He gallops with a thief to the gallows: for though he goes as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. He stays still with lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.— filed under Time
Thus do all traitors : If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself.— filed under Traitor
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad; and to travel for it too. A.Y. iv. 1. A traveller! By my faith you have great reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to 4 have rich eyes and poor hands.— filed under Travelling
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.— filed under Travelling
Thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.— filed under Will
Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom.— filed under Wisdom
Well, better wits have worn plain statute caps. L. L. v. 2 When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded by the forward child, understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.— filed under Wit
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women, merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms: Aud then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping, like snail, . Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad • Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Ev'n in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice. In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws, and modern instances, And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in the sound: Last scene of all. That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.— filed under World