Quotes About Winter Shakespeare

#1. How like a winter hath my absence been
From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!

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#2. Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold. The Winter's Tale, Act 4, Sc.4

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#3. Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

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#4. In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long ago betid

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#5. The spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

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#6. When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.

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#7. When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

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#8. Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

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#9. A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

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#10. Sir, the year growing ancient,
Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' season
Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors,
Which some call nature's bastards.

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#11. I have drunk,
and seen the spider.
(Leontine, Act II Scene I)

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#12. Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat;
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

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#13. Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

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#14. There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

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#15. Now is the winter of our discontent.

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#16. Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

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#17. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

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#18. Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile.

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#19. Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

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#20. Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

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#21. Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York.

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#22. We were, fair queen, /
Two lads that thought there was no more behind /
But such a day to-morrow as to-day, /
And to be boy eternal.

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#23. A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.

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#24. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

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#25. Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon!
Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made:
Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers,
These flies are couch'd.

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#26. Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

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#27. Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
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#28. Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

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#29. For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

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#30. I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

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#31. You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather.

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#32. Well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads.

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#33. Good my lord, be cured
Of this diseased opinion, and betimes.
For 'tis most dangerous.

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#34. Then, were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

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