Winter Quotes by William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent.

— William Shakespeare

When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand.

— William Shakespeare

“You and you are sure together, As the winter to foul weather.”

— William Shakespeare

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

— William Shakespeare

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

— William Shakespeare

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

— William Shakespeare

A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.

— William Shakespeare

Cold indeed, and labor lost: Then farewell heat, and welcome frost!

— William Shakespeare

Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he…

— William Shakespeare

In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long…

— William Shakespeare

There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.

— William Shakespeare

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

— William Shakespeare

Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?

— William Shakespeare

When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall then winter is at hand.

— William Shakespeare

What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!

— William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art…

— William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon…

— William Shakespeare

“Return of love, more blest may be the view; As call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer’s welcome thrice…

— William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone,…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age…

— 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

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art…

— 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

“The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted ere his…

— William Shakespeare

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which…

— William Shakespeare

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

— William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither,…

— William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon…

— William Shakespeare

I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die…

— William Shakespeare

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors…

— 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

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

— William Shakespeare

Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze…

— William Shakespeare