Art Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 4

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

O, Thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint.

— William Shakespeare

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

— William Shakespeare

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth…

— William Shakespeare

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

— William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art…

— William Shakespeare

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

— William Shakespeare

Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian- Whose inward pinches therefore are most…

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit a kingdom for it was to small…

— William Shakespeare

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

— 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

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

— William Shakespeare

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one…

— William Shakespeare

I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature.

— 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

Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou…

— William Shakespeare

O, had I but followed the arts!

— William Shakespeare

So. Lie there, my art.

— William Shakespeare