Top 94 Thou Art Shakespeare Quotes
#1. Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
William Shakespeare
#2. Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
William Shakespeare
#3. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
William Shakespeare
#5. Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
William Shakespeare
#6. Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home:
Is this a holiday? what! know you not,
Being mechanical, you ought not walk
Upon a labouring day without the sign
Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
William Shakespeare
#9. Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
William Shakespeare
#10. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
William Shakespeare
#12. Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit a kingdom for it was to small a bound. But now two paces of the vilest earth are room enough
William Shakespeare
#13. But hear thee, Gratiano:
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice -
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear no faults,
But where thou art not known, why, there they show
Something too liberal.
William Shakespeare
#15. ORLANDO: O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed,
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion,
And having that do choke their service up
William Shakespeare
#16. Sir Toby Belch: "Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (Twelfth Night)
William Shakespeare
#17. O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having ...
William Shakespeare
#18. Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
William Shakespeare
#21. That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
William Shakespeare
#22. Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?
William Shakespeare
#23. O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.
William Shakespeare
#24. O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
William Shakespeare
#25. What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
William Shakespeare
#27. What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
William Shakespeare
#29. Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
William Shakespeare
#30. Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear
As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves;
Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.
William Shakespeare
#31. Sit down: thou art no flatterer:
I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid
That kings should let their ears hear their
faults hid!
William Shakespeare
#32. Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
William Shakespeare
#33. Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain ...
William Shakespeare
#34. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
William Shakespeare
#36. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian-
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong-
Would here have kill'd your king, I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art.
William Shakespeare
#37. Speak, what trade art thou?
Why, sir, a carpenter.
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What does thou with thy best apparel on?
William Shakespeare
#38. Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere
William Shakespeare
#39. Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay husband, friend?
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
William Shakespeare
#41. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou to be seize of this moon calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
William Shakespeare
#42. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished. Friar Lawrence to Romeo.
William Shakespeare
#43. How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
William Shakespeare
#47. Thou liest in reputation sick: and thou, too careless patient as thou art, commit'st thy anointed to the cure of those physicians that first wounded thee:
William Shakespeare
#48. Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?"
Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art."
Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.
William Shakespeare
#49. Prince, thou art
sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff more
reverend than one tipped with horn.
William Shakespeare
#50. Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
William Shakespeare
#51. MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?
TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha!
MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.
TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:
William Shakespeare
#52. Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William Shakespeare
#53. Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.
William Shakespeare
#54. For all that beauty that doth cover thee
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me.
How can I then be elder than thou art?
William Shakespeare
#55. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
William Shakespeare
#56. But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.
William Shakespeare
#57. Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.
William Shakespeare
#58. Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
William Shakespeare
#59. Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
William Shakespeare
#61. Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
William Shakespeare
#62. If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.
William Shakespeare
#63. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
William Shakespeare
#64. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
William Shakespeare
#65. Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
William Shakespeare
#66. For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world,
And where thou art not, desolation.
William Shakespeare
#67. Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,
thou art honest.
William Shakespeare
#68. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
William Shakespeare
#69. O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
William Shakespeare
#71. 'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
William Shakespeare
#72. And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
William Shakespeare
#74. Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the ... enemy does much.
William Shakespeare
#75. But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy,
Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great:
Of Nature's gifts thou mayst with lilies boast,
And with the half-blown rose; but Fortune, O!
William Shakespeare
#78. In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine, For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
William Shakespeare
#79. Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.
William Shakespeare
#82. Merely, thou art death's fool,
For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet run'st toward him still.
William Shakespeare
#83. Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy laws my services are bound...
{His second motto, from King Lear by Shakespeare}
Carl Friedrich Gauss
#84. O Ceremony, show me but thy worth? What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?
William Shakespeare
#85. We understand not one another: I am too courtly, and thou art too cunning. At
William Shakespeare
#86. Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
William Shakespeare
#87. JULIET: How art thou out of breath, when thou
hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
William Shakespeare
#89. O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.
William Shakespeare
#91. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
William Shakespeare
#93. The hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.
William Shakespeare
#94. Romeo was late. Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo ... I snorted. It was so loud it startled a girl at a nearby table.
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