Flower Quotes by William Shakespeare

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,…

— William Shakespeare

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

— 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

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.

— William Shakespeare

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger,…

— William Shakespeare

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?

— William Shakespeare

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like…

— 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

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

— William Shakespeare

Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.

— William Shakespeare

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

— William Shakespeare

Where souls do couch on flowers we’ll hand in hand...

— 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

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

— 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

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

— William Shakespeare

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

— William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold…

— William Shakespeare

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With…

— William Shakespeare