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Friend: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She had seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and bless'd are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please: Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear hiin In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,— H. iii. 2.

Who, in want, a hollow friend doth try,— H. iii. 2.

Directly seasons him an enemy. O, you gods! think I, what need we have any friends? they were the most needless creatures living, if we should never have need of them? They would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. We are born to do benefits. O what a precious comfort 'tis to have so many like brothers, command..— T. A. i. 2

ing one another's fortunes! Commend me to him; I will send his ransom; And, being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me;- 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,— T. A. i. 1.

But to support him after. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best-condition'd and unweary'd spirit In doing courtesies; and one in whom The antient Roman honour more appears, Than any that draws breath in Italy.— M. V. iii. 2

I count myself in nothing else so happy, As in a soul remembering my good friends; And as my fortune ripens with my love,— R. II. ii. 3

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.— A. Y. i. 3.

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.— M. N. iii. 2.

Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond, Double six thousand, and then treble that, Before a friend of this description Shall lose a hair through my Bassanio's fault. M.V. iii.— M. V. iii. 2.

The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.— T. C. ii. 3.

I should fear those, who dance before me now, Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.— T. A. i. 2.

Every man will be thy friend While thou hast wherewithal to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. Poems. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial.— J. C. iv. 2.

Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us, -0, is all now forget? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?— M. N. iii. 2

The great man down, you mark his favourite flies, The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend; For who not needs, shall never lack a friend; And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him an enemy.— H. iii. 2

Friendship's full of dregs.— T. A. i. 2

Canst thou the inscience lack, To think I shall lack friends? Secure 23 heart; If I could broach the vessels of my love, And try the argument of hearts by borrowing, Men, and men's fortunes, could I frankly use, As I can bid thee speak.— T. A. ii. 2

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.— O. iii. 3

O let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip— Here I clip

The anvil of my sword; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour.— C. iv. 5

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.— M. A. ii. 1

By heaven, I cannot flatter! I defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.— H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1

Brutus hath riv'd my heart: A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,— J. C. iv. 3

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. J.C. iv. 3 Give him all kindness: I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies.— .I. C. V. 4

That we have been familiar, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather Than pity note how much.— C. v. 2.

Now do I play the touch, To try if thou be current gold indeed.— R. III. iv. 2.

Cooling

I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn, and too strange a hand,— J. C. i. 2

Over your friend that loves you. Thou hast describ'd A hot friend cooling: Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony.— J. C. iv. 2

Mere fetches: The images of revolt and flying off.— K. It ii. 4