Quotes
Quotes about End
My friends were poor but honest. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
They say miracles are past. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
All the learned and authentic fellows. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No legacy is so rich as honesty. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Whose words all ears took captive. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
At my fingers' ends. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock; Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.
But hark! what shriek of death comes in the gale, And in the distant ray what glimmering sail Bends to the storm?--Now sinks the note of fear! Ah! wretched mariners!--no more shall day Unclose his cheering eye to light ye on your way!
To one commending an orator for his skill in amplifying petty matters, Agesilaus said: "I do not think that shoemaker a good workman that makes a great shoe for a little foot."
Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet; Should the big last extend the shoe too wide, Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside; The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein, The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain; And when too short the modish shoes are worn, You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.
Marry because you have drank with the king, And the king hath so graciously pledged you, You shall no more be called shoemakers. But you and yours to the world's end Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft.
As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark, With the footgear to mend on his knees, Stitching patches, or pegging on soles as he sang, Out of tune, ancient catches and glees.
Hans Grovendraad, an honest clown, By cobbling in his native town, Had earned a living ever. His work was strong and clean and fine, And none who served at Crispin's shrine Was at his trade more clever.
He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake. His coward lips did from their color fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his luster.
