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Patience: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

He, that would have a cake out of the wheat, must tarry— T.C. i. 1.

the grinding. Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.— H. V. ii. 1.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time.— 0. ii. 3.

Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.— 0. iv. 2

I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together.— Cym. iv. 2.

Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine— Cym. iv. 2.

His perishing root, with the increasing vine. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help from that which thou lament'st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.— T. G. iii. 1

So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; We lose it not, so long as we can smile, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort which from thence he hears: But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. O. i. 3 Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.— T. N. ii. 5.

That which in mean men we entitle patience, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.— R. II. i. 2.

O, gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper,— H. ii. 4

Sprinkle cool patience. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, On the Rialto, you have rated me About my monies, and my usances: Still I have borne it with a patient shrug:— M. V. i. 3

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; They can be meek that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.— C. E. ii 1.

Shakespeartan Dictionary. I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.— T. v. 1.

I do oppose My patience to his fury; and am arm'd To suffer with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.— M. V. 1V. 1.

4 Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die.— K. L. iv. 6