All Quotes

"One out of suits with fortune."

"Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown More than your enemies."

"My pride fell with my fortunes."

"Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you."

"Celia: Not a word? Rosalind: Not one to throw at a dog."

"O, how full of briers is this working-day world!"

"We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn’d, play’d, eat together, And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable."

"Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold."

"Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand; and—in my heart Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will— We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances."

"Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?"

"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 and say ‘This is no flattery.’"

"Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head: And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in every thing."

"The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase."

"‘Poor deer,’ quoth he, ‘thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.’"

"‘Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.’"

"I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal."

"There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles."

"And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age!"

"For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood."

"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, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly."

"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."

"But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry."

"Master, go on, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty."

"Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place: but travellers must be content."

"If thou remember’st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved:"

"I shall ne’er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it."

"My master is of churlish disposition And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality."

"Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn 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."

"I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs."

"Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i’ the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather."

"If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Here shall he see Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me."

"Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little."

"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i’ the forest, A motley fool; a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask’d him in the sun."

"And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms."

"And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, ‘It is ten o’clock: Thus we may see,’ quoth he, ‘how the world wags.’"

"‘And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.’"

"My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial."

"O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear."

"If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it."

"And in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms."

"I am ambitious for a motley coat."

"I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please."

"The ‘why’ is plain as way to parish church."

"Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea."

"The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the show Of smooth civility."

"Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table."

"Whate’er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look’d on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll’d to church, If ever sat at any good man’s feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what ’tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be."

"True is it that we have seen better days."

"And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender’d."

"Be to yourself As you would to your friend."