The Winter’s Tale Quotes

How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
This squash, this gentleman.

– William Shakespeare

There may be in the cup
A spider steeped, and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present
Th’ abhorred ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk,
and seen the spider.

– William Shakespeare

It is a heretic that makes the fire,
Not she who burns in ‘t.

– William Shakespeare

We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i’ the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed
That any did.

– William Shakespeare

A sad tale’s best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins.

– William Shakespeare

What’s gone and what’s past help
Should be past grief.

– William Shakespeare

But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practised smiles,
As in a looking-glass.

– William Shakespeare

Exit, pursued by a bear.

– William Shakespeare

When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! the doxy over the dale,
Why, then comes in the sweet o’ the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale.

– William Shakespeare

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

– William Shakespeare

For you there’s rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long.

– William Shakespeare

O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let’st fall
From Dis’s waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.

– William Shakespeare

The queen of curds and cream.

– William Shakespeare

Pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength, – a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.

– William Shakespeare

I love a ballad in print, a-life, for then we are sure they are true.

– William Shakespeare

While we lie tumbling in the hay.

– William Shakespeare

The self-same sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on alike.

– William Shakespeare

Each your doing,
So singular in each particular,
Crowns what you are doing in the present deed,
That all your acts are queens.

– William Shakespeare

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

– William Shakespeare

Stars, stars!
And all eyes else dead coals.

– William Shakespeare

O! she’s warm.
If this be magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.

– William Shakespeare

The fairest flowers o’ the season
Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors,
Which some call nature’s bastards.

– William Shakespeare

Being now awake, I’ll queen it no inch further,
But milk my ewes and weep.

– William Shakespeare

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

– William Shakespeare

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

– William Shakespeare

When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

– William Shakespeare

Here’s flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi’ the sun
And with him rises weeping.

– William Shakespeare