Quotation Archive
All's Well that Ends Well
Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's cat Antony and Cleopatra
Like the stag when snow the pasture sheets, the barks of trees thou browsed'st As You Like It
A snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Well said, old mole! Canst work i'th' earth so fast? Henry IV
No more truth in thee than in a drawn fox Passions, like a whale on ground, confound themselves with working Henry VI
I can add colours to the chameleon Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting! The mournful crocodile with sorrow snares relenting passengers Julius Caesar
Unicorns may be betrayed with trees It is the bright day that brings forth the adder King Lear
Laugh at gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Love's Labour's Lost
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? Anon falleth like a crab on the face of terra, the soil, the land, the earth What, that an eel is ingenious? Macbeth
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, hath rung night's yawning peal On Tuesday last, a falcon, towering in her pride of place Measure for Measure
An angry ape plays such fantastic tricks |
The Merchant of Venice
Would be thought no better a musician than the wren That will evermore peep through their eyes, and laugh like parrots at a bag-piper A Midsummer Night's Dream
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire Much Ado About Nothing
Never answer a calf when he bleats The Passionate Pilgrim
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty Pericles
a baboon, could he speak, Would own a name too dear The Rape of Lucrece
And I, a drone-like bee, have no perfection of my summer left Richard III
That bottled spider, whose deadly web ensnareth thee about The Tempest
On the bat’s back I do fly after summer merrily We shall lose our time, and all be turn'd to barnacles He smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell The Tragedy of Titus Andronicus
How would he hang his slender gilded wings and buzz lamenting doings in the air! all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white Many urchins, would make such fearful and confused cries Troilus and Cressida
More annoyance by the breeze than by the tiger The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy Two Gentlemen of Verona
Indeed a sheep doth very often stray To relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast Two Noble Kinsmen
Would I could find a fine frog! He would tell me news from all parts o’ th’ world Venus and Adonis
The owl, night's herald, shrieks: 'tis very late The Winter's Tale
I will tell it softly; yond crickets shall not hear it |