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Shakespeare Quotes from Love's Labour's Lost
The blood of youth burns not with such excess— filed under Age
A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience!— filed under Aspirant
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are Too much to know, is to know nought but fame, And every godfather can give a name.— filed under Astronomers
With that, all laugh'd, and clapp'd him on the shoulder; Making the bold wag, by their praises, bolder: One rubb'd his elbow, thus; and fleer'd, and swore,— filed under Bantering
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible, Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen; Above the sense of sense: so sensible Seemeth their conference; their conceits have wings, Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.— filed under Bantering
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve; Had he been Adam he had tempted Eve: He can carve too, and lisp: Why this is he, That kiss'd away his hand in courtesy; This is the ape of form, monsieur the nice, That when he plays at tables, chides the dice In honourable terms.— filed under Beau
An earthly paragon! A wither'd hermit, five score winters worn, eye.— filed under Beauty
Although she lave them hourly in the flood. Tit. And. iv. 2. Black is the badge of hell, The hue of dungeons, and the scowl of night. L. L. iv.— filed under Black
Small have continual plodders ever won— filed under Book-Worms
So sensible Seemeth their conference, their conceits have wings Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things— filed under Conceit
Before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears. C. ii. 1 A conqueror and afear'd to speak!— filed under Conqueror
I praise God for you, Sir; your reasons at dinner, have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.— filed under Conversation
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas, and honest-meaning noes.— filed under Courtship
Shall so wear out to nought. Nay, nothing; all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. R. II. ii. 1 Dead, for my life. Even so;-my tale is told.— filed under Death
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter!— filed under Description
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps. Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face, That we, like savages, may worship it.— filed under Devotion
One drunkard loves another of the name.— filed under Drunkard
Room for the incensed worthies.— filed under Duellist
Truly, master Holofernes, the epithets are sweetly varied, like a scholar at the least.— filed under Epithets
When judges steal themselves. More authority, dear boy, name more; and, sweet my child, let them be even of good repute and carriage.— filed under Example
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academies, That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent.— filed under Eye
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, Shakesprarian Dictionary. And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.— filed under Fame
All-telling Fame.— filed under Fame
I dare not call them fools; but this I think, When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.— filed under Fool
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.— filed under Gifts
A good leg will fall; a strait back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. H.V.v.2. A light heart lives long.— filed under Heart
Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.— filed under Hypocrisy
A huge translation of hypocrisy.— filed under Hypocrisy
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.— filed under Hypocrisy
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.— filed under Jest
Jesters do oft prove prophets. Jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.— filed under Jest
O thou monster, ignorance, how deform'd dost thou look— filed under Jewel
Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an— filed under Jewel
Mv father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!— filed under Invocation
selves; and to call horum;-fye upon you! O, I smell false Latin.— filed under Latin
A passion hateful to my purposes. O, I am stabb'd with laughter.— filed under Laughter
O this learning! what a thing it is!— filed under Learning
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.— filed under Light
As love is full of unbefitting strains ; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance.— filed under Love
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain : But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd; Love's feeling is more soft, and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled snails; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste : For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphynx, as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; ✔ then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.— filed under Love
had a very good wit. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, drum.l for your— filed under Love
By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy.— filed under Love
O!-And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A. very beadle to a humorous sigh; A critic; nay, a night-watch constable; A domineering pedant o'er the boy, Than whom no mortal so magnificent! This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy; This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents: What? I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! A woman, that is like a German clock, Still a repairing; ever out of frame; And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right! L. L. iii.— filed under Love
Soft, let us see ;- Write, "Lord have mercy upon us" on these three; They are infected, in the heart it lies; They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes.— filed under Love
- As much love in rhyme, As would be cramm'd up in a sheet of paper, Writ on both sides the leaf, margent and all; That he was fain to seal in Cupid's name.— filed under Love
Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid; thou hast thump'd him with thy bird-bolt under the left pap.— filed under Love-Wound
Fair ladies, mask'd, are roses in their bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels veiling clouds, or roses blown.— filed under Masked Ladies
Thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 3. Besieged with sable-coloured melancholy.— filed under Melancholy
Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?— filed under Melancholy
This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extra vagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.— filed under Memory, The Stores Of The
A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.— filed under Mirth
Had she been light like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might have been a grandan re she died;— filed under Mirth
By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff.— filed under Mockery
How my achievements mock me. MOCK ERY,- -cominued. A pestilence on him!-now will he be mocking. T. C. iv. 2 To mock the expectation of the world. H. IV. PT. II. v. 2. They do it but in mocking merriment;— filed under Mockery
The best ward of mine honour, is, rewarding my dependents— filed under Munificence
Necessity will make us all forsworn.— filed under Nature
Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your name, That his own hand may strike his honour down, That violates the smallest branch herein.— filed under Jaths
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer flies— filed under Oration, Pedantic
Courtship, pleasant jest and courtesy, As bombast, and as lining to the time.— filed under Pastime
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.— filed under Peace
Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight.— filed under Peace
More than report can promise, fancy blazon, Is true perfection. Poems— filed under Perfection
Brave conquerors, -for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires.— filed under Phantasy
Why, universal plodding prisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries; As motion, and long-during action, tires— filed under Plodding
Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.— filed under Poetry, Poet
The elegancy, facility, and golden cadence of poesy.— filed under Poetry, Poet
And wait the season, and observe the times, And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes.— filed under Poetry, Poet
Behaviour, what wert thou Till this man show'd thee? and what art thou now?— filed under Politicians
Poems. Cautious they praise, who purpose not to sell.— filed under Praise
It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words.— filed under Prisoners
I am ill at reckoning, it fitteth the spirit of a tapster.— filed under Reckoning
O Lord, Sir, it were a pity you should get your living by reckoning, Sir.— filed under Reckoning
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.— filed under Reform
Renumeration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings.— filed under Renumeration
Most military Sir, salutation.— filed under Salutation
The world's large tongue, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Full of comparison and wounding flouts; Which you on all estates will execute, That lie within the mercy of your wit.— filed under Satirist
Sir, I praise the Lord for you; and so may my parishion ers; for their sons are well tutored by you, and their daughters profit very greatly under you; you are a good member of the commonwealth.— filed under Schoolmaster
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.— filed under Seduction
O! never will I trust to speeches penn'd, Nor to the motion of a school-boy's tongue; Nor never come in visor to my friend; Nor woo in rhyme, like a blind harper's song; Taffata phrases, silken terms precise, Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: I do forswear them.— filed under Set Phrases
be boiled to death with melancholý. Very reverend sport, truly; and done in the testimony of good conscience.— filed under Sport
That sport best pleases, that doth least know how Where zeal strives to content, and the contents Die in the zeal of them which it presents, Their form confounded makes most form in mirth; When great things labouring perish in their birth.— filed under Sport
There's no such sport, as sport by sport o'erthrown To make theirs ours, and ours none but our own: So shall we stay, mocking intended game, And they, well mock'd, depart away with shame.— filed under Sport
I'll make one in a dance, or so; or I will play on the tabor to the worthies, and let them dance the hay.— filed under Sport
Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority, from others' books.— filed under Study
Why, universal plodding prisons up The nimble spirits in the arteries; As motion, and long-during action, tires The sinewy vigour of the traveller.— filed under Study
So study evermore is overshot; While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should: And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won, as towns with fire; so won, so lost.— filed under Study
Biron. What is the end of study? King. Why, that to know, which else we should not know. Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? King.-Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.— filed under Study
To the snow-white hand of the most beautiful Lady Rosaline.— filed under Superscription
And gave me up to tears. Raining the tears of lamentation.— filed under Tears
Cormorant devouring time.— filed under Time
The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed; And often, at his very loose, decides That which long process could not arbitrate.— filed under Time
He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his agrument.— filed under Verbosity
Where nothing wants, that want itself doth seek.— filed under Want
When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tu-whit! to-who! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,— filed under Winning
Since the little wit that fools have, was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have, makes a great show. A. V. i. 2 But a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit; Shakesprarian Dictionary. For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest: Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse.— filed under Wit
Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. Dart thy skill at me; Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout; Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance; Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit.— filed under Wit
Good wits will be jangling; but, gentles, agree. L. L. ii, L. None are so surely caught when they are catch'd, As wit turn'd fool: folly, in wisdom hatch'd, Hath wisdom's warrant, and the help of school'; And wit's own grace to grace a learned fool.— filed under Wit
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note, As foolery in the wise when wit doth dote; Since all the power thereof it doth apply, To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.— filed under Wit
Are these the breed of wits so wondered at?— filed under Wit
O, they have lived long in the alms-basket of words.— filed under Words
A most acute juvenal; voluble and free of grace.— filed under Youth
What levity's in youth.— filed under Youth