Mother Quotes by William Shakespeare

“How will you live? As birds do, mother.”

— William Shakespeare

The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.

— William Shakespeare

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

— William Shakespeare

My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

— William Shakespeare

Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.

— William Shakespeare

Hardness ever of hardness is mother.

— William Shakespeare

Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

— William Shakespeare

“Mother, you have my father much offended.”

— William Shakespeare

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

— William Shakespeare

“Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.”

— William Shakespeare

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

— William Shakespeare

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

— William Shakespeare

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two…

— William Shakespeare

“No, sure, my lord, my mother cried, but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.”

— William Shakespeare

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

— William Shakespeare

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

— William Shakespeare

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I…

— William Shakespeare

“Lady Macduff: [To her son] Sirrah, your father's dead: And What will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds…

— William Shakespeare

My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows, I…

— William Shakespeare

“Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had…

— William Shakespeare

“The purple violets and marigolds Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave While summer days doth last. Ay me, poor maid,…

— William Shakespeare

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my…

— William Shakespeare

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me…

— William Shakespeare

“You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Hark, villains! I will grind…

— William Shakespeare

Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn…

— William Shakespeare

DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile;…

— William Shakespeare

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like…

— William Shakespeare