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Shakespeare Quotes from The Merry Wives of Windsor
Have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that make. fritters of English?— filed under Abuse, And Bad English
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.— filed under Abuse, And Bad English
Let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.— filed under Abuse, And Bad English
Now doth thy honour stand, In him that was of late an heretic, As firm as faith.— filed under Acquittal
Excellent! I smell a device. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind.— filed under Ant
down, yet forget not that I am an ass.— filed under Ass
Like many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come women in like women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time.— filed under Beau
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go! Trudge, plod, away, o' th' hoof; seek shelter, pack!— filed under Begone
By gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park.— filed under Challenge
Cast none away. I am of the church, and will be glad to do my benevo lence, to make atonements and compromises between you— filed under Cihivalry
What! the sword and the word! do you study them— filed under Cihivalry
continued. the Thames, and cooled glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe, think of that; - hissing hot; - think of that, Master Brook.— filed under Cooling
Let the court of France show me such another: I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: thou hast the right arched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance.— filed under Ourage
His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it.— filed under Cowards
Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends; but cuckold! wittol-cuckold! the devil himself hath not such a name.— filed under Cuckold
I'll have the cudgel hallow'd and hung o'er the altar: it hath done meritorious service.— filed under Cudgel
Let's be revenged on him; let's appoint him a meeting, give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on— filed under Delay
Come, to the forge with it then; shape it; I would not I would not have things cool.— filed under Despatch
Heaven prosper our sport! No one means evil but the— filed under Devil
For 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.— filed under Discretion
Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth,— filed under Dislike
But they did no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves.— filed under Disorder
When he is best, he is little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.— filed under Drunkard
-, PIOUS. I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick; if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves.— filed under Drunkard
Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, and your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue.— filed under Duel Prevented
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, shades You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, of night, You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,— filed under Fairies
Where's Pede?-Go you, and where you find a maid, That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy, Sleep she as sound as careless infancy; But those that sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, back, shoulders, sides, and shins.— filed under Fairies
About, about; Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out: Strew good luck, ouphes, in every sacred room: That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit; Worthy the owner, and the owner it. The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm, and every precious flower: Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, With loyal blazon, evermore be blest! And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,. Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring: The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; And Hony soit qui mal y pense, write In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white; Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: Fairies use flowers for their charactery.— filed under Fairies
Swifter than the wand'ring moon. Pray you, lock hand in hand: yourselves in order set: And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,— filed under Fairies
I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not.— filed under False Characters
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but nobody but has his fault:-but let that pass.— filed under Favour
Thou'rt a good boy: this secresy of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose.— filed under Fidelity
His thefts were too open; his filching was like an un skilful singer, he kept not time.— filed under Filching
We do not know what is brought to pass under the pro— filed under Fortune
A gentleman born, master parson, who writes himself armigero; on any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation— filed under Gentleman
Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts.— filed under Gifts
And you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down.— filed under Gravitation
There is an old tale goes, that Herne, the hunter, Some time a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle; And makes milch kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner.— filed under Herne's Oak
Of ten-times-double gain of happiness. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs.— filed under Hope
"The humour of it," quoth 'a! here's a fellow frights humour out of its wits.— filed under Humour
That same knave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy.— filed under Jealousy
I will possess him with yellowness.— filed under Jealousy
of having a false woman!— filed under Jealousy
praised for my jealousy!— filed under Jealousy
By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France; it is not jealous in France— filed under Jealousy
He hath wronged me; indeed, he hath; - at a word, he hath;-believe me; -Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.— filed under Injured Man
He's a justice of peace in his county, simple though 1 stand here.— filed under Justice Of Peace
C, good my lord, no Latin; 1 am not such a truant since my coming, As not to know the language I have liv'd in. H. VIII iii. 1. You do ill to teach the child such words: he teaches him to hick, and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of them-— filed under Latin
I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carves— filed under Leering
Life is a shuttle.— filed under Life
law in Illyria. Persuade me not, I will make a star chamber matter of it.— filed under Litigation
A choking gall, and a preserving swest Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.— filed under Love
Not only, Mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it.— filed under Love
What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Would I not undergo for one calm look? O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, When women cannot love where they're beloved. T.G. v. 4. Go to; it is a plague That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. Well; I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan; Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. L. L. iii. Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours of my love, And not retire.— filed under Love
Think'st thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis?— filed under Mercenary
For they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.— filed under Money
Money is a good soldier, Sir, and will on.— filed under Money
O what a world of vile, ill-favour'd faults, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!— filed under Money
I will make a prief of it in my note book— filed under Vight
What a Herod of Jewry is this!— filed under Oddity
I have lived four score years and upward; I never heard of a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect.— filed under Oddity
Why, this passes, Mister Ford: you are not to go loose any longer, you must be pinioned.— filed under Overmatched
Why, this is lunatics.— filed under Overmatched
Sure one of you does not serve heaven well; that you are so crossed.— filed under Perplexity
The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this?— filed under Phrases
Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my pray-— filed under Repentance
Be not amazed: call all your senses to you: Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.— filed under Reputation
Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.— filed under Sin
It is admirable pleasures and fery honest knaveries.— filed under Sport
Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a fico for the phrase.— filed under Stealing
Look how the world's poor people are amaz'd Poems. At apparitions, signs, and prodigies! The superstitious idle-headed eld Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.— filed under Superstition
You are merry, and so am I; Halha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; - would you desire better sympathy ?— filed under Sympathy
He hath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English.— filed under Translating
With trial-fire touch me his finger-end; If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, And turn him to no pain; but if he start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.— filed under Trials
Well; if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift.— filed under Tricks
Your worship's a wanton.— filed under Want
The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt— filed under Want
My will? Od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.— filed under Will
See now, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when tis upon ill employment.— filed under Wit
He capers, he dances, he has the eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will— filed under Youth