Spring Quotes by William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

— William Shakespeare

Season's Greetings and best wishes for the New Year.

— William Shakespeare

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

— William Shakespeare

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

— William Shakespeare

But like of each thing that in season grows.

— William Shakespeare

Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.

— William Shakespeare

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit…

— William Shakespeare

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter…

— 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

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now…

— William Shakespeare

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun,…

— 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

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field…

— William Shakespeare

“All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being governed by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to…

— 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

When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For…

— William Shakespeare

When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me…

— 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

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants…

— William Shakespeare

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,…

— 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

Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest…

— William Shakespeare

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one…

— William Shakespeare

“When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk…

— William Shakespeare

Season your admiration for a while.

— William Shakespeare

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

— William Shakespeare

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

— William Shakespeare

“The April's in her eyes: it is love's Spring, And these the showers to bring it on..”

— William Shakespeare

Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty.

— William Shakespeare

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

— 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