Flowers Quotes by William Shakespeare

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

— William Shakespeare

“Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud.”

— William Shakespeare

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

— William Shakespeare

He wears the rose Of youth upon him.

— William Shakespeare

The fragrance of the rose lingers on the hand that casts it

— William Shakespeare

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

— William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

— William Shakespeare

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...

— William Shakespeare

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

— William Shakespeare

On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the…

— William Shakespeare

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

— William Shakespeare

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the…

— William Shakespeare

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

— William Shakespeare

“That which we call a rose      By any other name would smell as sweet;”

— William Shakespeare

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

— William Shakespeare

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

— William Shakespeare

Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,…

— 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…

— William Shakespeare

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With…

— William Shakespeare

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With…

— William Shakespeare

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.…

— William Shakespeare

The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,…

— William Shakespeare

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any…

— William Shakespeare

“O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer…

— William Shakespeare

Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

— William Shakespeare

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

— William Shakespeare

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

— William Shakespeare

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

— William Shakespeare

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

— William Shakespeare

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

— William Shakespeare

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

— William Shakespeare