Affection Quotes by William Shakespeare

I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by…

— William Shakespeare

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

— William Shakespeare

Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward.

— William Shakespeare

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not…

— William Shakespeare

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal…

— William Shakespeare

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical--these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.

— William Shakespeare

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

— William Shakespeare

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

— William Shakespeare

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

— William Shakespeare

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd…

— William Shakespeare

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious…

— William Shakespeare

This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to…

— William Shakespeare

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

— 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

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die…

— William Shakespeare

Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first.

— William Shakespeare

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.

— William Shakespeare

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

— William Shakespeare