Turns Quotes by William Shakespeare

My wits begin to turn.

— William Shakespeare

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

— William Shakespeare

Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.

— William Shakespeare

A turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind.

— William Shakespeare

The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

— William Shakespeare

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

— William Shakespeare

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

— William Shakespeare

This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

— William Shakespeare

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

— William Shakespeare

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

— William Shakespeare

...Vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery…

— William Shakespeare

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt, An 'tis no better reckoned but of these Who worship dirty gods.

— William Shakespeare

The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours.

— William Shakespeare

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

— William Shakespeare

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

— William Shakespeare

The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and…

— William Shakespeare

A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,…

— William Shakespeare

The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base…

— William Shakespeare

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks…

— William Shakespeare

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies…

— William Shakespeare

I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen…

— William Shakespeare

The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With…

— William Shakespeare

But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;…

— William Shakespeare

And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young…

— William Shakespeare

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

— William Shakespeare

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward…

— William Shakespeare

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald;…

— William Shakespeare

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

— William Shakespeare

Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.

— William Shakespeare

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That…

— William Shakespeare

But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's…

— William Shakespeare

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good…

— William Shakespeare

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

— William Shakespeare

But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the…

— 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

Coal-black is better than another hue In that it scorns to bear another hue; For all the water in the ocean Can…

— 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