Flower Quotes by William Shakespeare

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

— William Shakespeare

“Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud.”

— William Shakespeare

Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

— William Shakespeare

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

— William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent.

— William Shakespeare

Beware the ides of March.

— William Shakespeare

Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

— William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

— William Shakespeare

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

— William Shakespeare

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow.

— William Shakespeare

When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.

— William Shakespeare

“Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold.”

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

— William Shakespeare

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.

— William Shakespeare

“If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to…

— William Shakespeare

“Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer’s welcome thrice…

— William Shakespeare

On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the…

— William Shakespeare

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

— William Shakespeare

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun,…

— 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

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

The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by…

— William Shakespeare

Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest…

— William Shakespeare

Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,…

— William Shakespeare

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises…

— William Shakespeare

Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering…

— 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

There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did…

— William Shakespeare

The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,…

— William Shakespeare

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring…

— William Shakespeare

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

— William Shakespeare

As chaste as unsunned snow.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

— William Shakespeare

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

— William Shakespeare

“You and you are sure together, As the winter to foul weather.”

— William Shakespeare

He wears the rose Of youth upon him, from which the world should note Something particular.

— William Shakespeare

The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.

— William Shakespeare