Melancholy Quotes by William Shakespeare

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

— William Shakespeare

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

— William Shakespeare

What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of…

— William Shakespeare

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

— William Shakespeare

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

— William Shakespeare

But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

— William Shakespeare

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.

— William Shakespeare

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not…

— William Shakespeare

Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.

— William Shakespeare

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

— William Shakespeare

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a…

— William Shakespeare

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

— William Shakespeare

But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of…

— William Shakespeare

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad…

— William Shakespeare

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very…

— William Shakespeare

“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to…

— William Shakespeare

But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of…

— William Shakespeare

She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in…

— William Shakespeare