Love’s Labour’s Lost Quotes

Cormorant devouring Time.

– William Shakespeare

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not uttered by base sale of chapmen’s tongues.

– William Shakespeare

Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.

– William Shakespeare

Study is like the heaven’s glorious sun,
That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks.

– William Shakespeare

This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malecontents.

– William Shakespeare

Warble, child; make passionate my sense of hearing.

– William Shakespeare

A wightly wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her!

– William Shakespeare

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.

– William Shakespeare

Old Mantuan! old Mantuan! Who understandeth thee not, loves thee not.

– William Shakespeare

Love’s tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste.
For valour, is not love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?

– William Shakespeare

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

– William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd, blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who – a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

– William Shakespeare

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw;
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marion’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who – a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

– William Shakespeare

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

– William Shakespeare

For where is any author in the world
Teaches such beauty as a woman’s eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

– William Shakespeare

Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed
In russet yeas and honest kersey noes.

– William Shakespeare

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise.

– William Shakespeare

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You, that way: we, this way.

– William Shakespeare

A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.

– William Shakespeare

When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

– William Shakespeare

From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

– William Shakespeare