Rose Quotes by William Shakespeare

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

— William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our…

— 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

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

— 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

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

— William Shakespeare

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.…

— William Shakespeare

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn…

— William Shakespeare

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead…

— William Shakespeare

I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am…

— William Shakespeare

But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great: Of Nature's gifts thou…

— William Shakespeare

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she…

— William Shakespeare

The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown…

— 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

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any…

— William Shakespeare

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

— William Shakespeare

He wears the rose Of youth upon him.

— William Shakespeare

The fragrance of the rose lingers on the hand that casts it

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

“That which we call a rose      By any other name would smell as sweet;”

— 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

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that…

— William Shakespeare

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

— William Shakespeare

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

— William Shakespeare

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

— William Shakespeare

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With…

— William Shakespeare

Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through…

— William Shakespeare

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is…

— William Shakespeare

Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of…

— William Shakespeare