Smell Quotes by William Shakespeare

Let him smell his way to Dover!

— William Shakespeare

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.

— William Shakespeare

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

— William Shakespeare

A very ancient and fish-like smell.

— William Shakespeare

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

— William Shakespeare

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

— William Shakespeare

“Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.”

— 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

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

— William Shakespeare

“All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

— 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

Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we…

— William Shakespeare

Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them. They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour,…

— William Shakespeare

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her…

— William Shakespeare

What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient…

— William Shakespeare

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning…

— William Shakespeare

The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows…

— William Shakespeare

The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base…

— William Shakespeare

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is…

— 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

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts…

— William Shakespeare

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

— William Shakespeare