Seasons Quotes by William Shakespeare

How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what…

— William Shakespeare

The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep and leapt them over.

— William Shakespeare

Season your admiration for a while.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in…

— William Shakespeare

Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long:…

— William Shakespeare

Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he's worth to season. Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard…

— William Shakespeare

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is…

— William Shakespeare

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

— William Shakespeare

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,…

— William Shakespeare

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or…

— William Shakespeare

“How many things by season season'd are, To their right praise and true perfection!”

— 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

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

— William Shakespeare

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season…

— William Shakespeare

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares…

— William Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice…

— 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 crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing…

— William Shakespeare

But like of each thing that in season grows.

— William Shakespeare

Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th'…

— 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

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your…

— William Shakespeare

Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.

— 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