Courtship: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.— T. G. iii. 1
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,— A. W. iii
As if his life lay on't. I will attend her here, And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale : Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew: Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence: If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.— T. S. ii. 1.
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, And deck my body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.— H. VI. PT. III. iii. 2.
My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,--In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I lov'd her that she did pity them.— 0. i. 3.
to get? Lady Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants.— H. VI. PT. III. iii. 2,
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house: Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.— T. N. i. 5.
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.— T. G. iii. 1
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.— T. G. iii. 2
I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And when two raging fires meet together, cot They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fires grow great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.— T. S. ii. 1.
Go then, my mother, to your daughter go; Make bold her bashful ears with your experience; Prepare her ears to hear a wooer's tale.— R. III. iv. 4
What! I that kill'd her husband, and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate: With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of my hatred by; With God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, -all the world to nothing! R. III i. 2 After your dire lamenting elegies, Visit by night your lady's chamber window, With some sweet concert; to their instruments Tune a deploring dump: the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance.— T. G. iii. 2
This, or else nothing, will inherit her. Frame yourself To orderly solicits; and be friended With aptness to the season: make denials Increase your services: so seem, as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her; that you in all obey her, Save when command to your dismission tends,— Cym. ii. 3
And therein you are senseless. 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;— T. G. iii. 1
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— A. W. iii. 7
That she'll demand. She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;— Tit. And. ii. 1
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.— A. Y. iv. 1.
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won?— R. III. i. 2
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be express'd In russet yeas, and honest-meaning noes.— L. L. v. 2.