Food Quotes by William Shakespeare

Appetite, a universal wolf.

— William Shakespeare

Would the cook were o' my mind!

— William Shakespeare

If music is the food of love, play on

— William Shakespeare

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

— William Shakespeare

For a quart of Ale is a meal for a King.

— William Shakespeare

Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.

— William Shakespeare

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

— William Shakespeare

I almost die for food, and let me have it!

— William Shakespeare

Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.

— William Shakespeare

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

— William Shakespeare

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.”

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat…

— William Shakespeare

Banquet: an affair where you eat a lot of food you don't want before talking about something you don't understand to a…

— William Shakespeare

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.

— William Shakespeare

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

— William Shakespeare

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

— William Shakespeare

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

— William Shakespeare

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

— William Shakespeare

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

— William Shakespeare

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us

— William Shakespeare