Peace: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace.— H. VI. PT. I. i. 3.
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.— L. L. v. 2.
In her days, every man shall eat in safety, Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.— H. VIII. 4.
Peace be to France; if France in peace permit Our just and lineal entrance to our own! If not; bleed France, and peace ascend to heaven.— K. J. ii. 1.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised -arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, - He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.— R. III. i. 1.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser.— H. IV. PT. II. iv. 2.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.— R. III. i. 1.
The sea being smooth, How many shallow bauble boats dare sail Upon her patient breast, making their way With those of nobler bulk.— T. C. i. 3
Keep peace, upon your lives; He dies, that strikes again. What is the matter?— K. L. ii. 2.
If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace: 'Tis death to me, to be at enmity; I hate it, and desire all good men's love.— R.III. ii. 1.
Who should study to preserve a peace If holy churchmen take delight in broils?— H. VI. PT. I. iii. 1
Peace be to me, and every one that dares not fight.— L. L. i. 1.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility.— H. V. iii. 1,
What, drawn, and talk of peace?— R. J. i. 1.
This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.— C. iv. 5.
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible.— C. iv. 5.
Still, in thy right hand, carry gentle peace. H VIII. iii. 2. My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, And make fair weather in your blust'ring land. K.J.v.l * Thy threatening colours now wind up, And tame the savage spirit of wild war; That, like a lion foster'd up at hand, It may lie gently at the foot of peace, And be no further harmful than in show.— K.J. V. 2.