Blow Quotes by William Shakespeare

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

— William Shakespeare

I heard a bustling rumor like a fray, And the wind blows it from the Capitol.

— William Shakespeare

A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words.

— William Shakespeare

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what…

— William Shakespeare

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have.

— William Shakespeare

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

— William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

— William Shakespeare

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face.

— William Shakespeare

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing…

— William Shakespeare

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one…

— William Shakespeare

That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld…

— William Shakespeare

You'd be so lean, that blast of January Would blow you through and through. Now, my fair'st friend, I would I had…

— William Shakespeare

They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is…

— William Shakespeare

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,…

— William Shakespeare

And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young…

— William Shakespeare

Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine…

— William Shakespeare

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!…

— William Shakespeare

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the…

— William Shakespeare

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our…

— 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

When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin…

— William Shakespeare

Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the…

— William Shakespeare

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard…

— William Shakespeare

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

— William Shakespeare

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

— William Shakespeare

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

— William Shakespeare

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

— William Shakespeare

“What a blow was there given!" Sebastian: "An it had not fallen flatlong.”

— William Shakespeare

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

— William Shakespeare

I am a feather for each wind that blows

— William Shakespeare

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

— William Shakespeare

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

— William Shakespeare

But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance,…

— 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

Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is…

— William Shakespeare