Art Quotes by William Shakespeare

More matter with less art.

— William Shakespeare

Thou art sure of me:--go, make money.

— William Shakespeare

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

— William Shakespeare

O, had I but followed the arts!

— William Shakespeare

So. Lie there, my art.

— William Shakespeare

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

— William Shakespeare

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

— William Shakespeare

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

— William Shakespeare

“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!”

— William Shakespeare

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

— William Shakespeare

“O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,”

— William Shakespeare

O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !

— William Shakespeare

“Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the...enemy does much.”

— William Shakespeare

“Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished.”

— William Shakespeare

Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far…

— William Shakespeare

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in…

— William Shakespeare

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but…

— William Shakespeare

“Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer”

— William Shakespeare

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

— William Shakespeare

“I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.”

— William Shakespeare

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?

— William Shakespeare

“I read that I profess, the Art of Love. Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Lucentio: While you,…

— William Shakespeare

“A gross hag And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. ANTIGONUS ~ Hang all the…

— William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,…

— William Shakespeare

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn…

— William Shakespeare

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make…

— William Shakespeare

“So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my…

— William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou…

— William Shakespeare

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that…

— William Shakespeare

“Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love.…

— William Shakespeare

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without…

— William Shakespeare

“I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I…

— William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants…

— William Shakespeare

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill…

— William Shakespeare

“Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of…

— William Shakespeare

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor…

— William Shakespeare

“Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,…

— William Shakespeare

Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies Which…

— William Shakespeare