Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Palsied eld. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The cunning livery of hell. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We would, and we would not. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4.
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.
The pleasing punishment that women bear. -The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Every why hath a wherefore. -The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. -The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1.
