Culinary Quotes by William Shakespeare

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

— William Shakespeare

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

— William Shakespeare

The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.

— William Shakespeare

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

— William Shakespeare

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

— William Shakespeare

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

— William Shakespeare

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

— William Shakespeare

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.

— William Shakespeare

'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.

— William Shakespeare

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

— William Shakespeare

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.

— William Shakespeare

Appetite, a universal wolf.

— William Shakespeare