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Dew Quotes by William Shakespeare
- I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
- Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
- Bulldogs are adorable, with faces like toads that have been sat on. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded;…
- The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.
- O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon…
- True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance…
- Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear…
- O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! (HAMLET)
More Dew Quotes
- I planted my self in the middle of a great many Glasses full of Dew, tied fast about me, upon which the… — Cyrano de Bergerac
- Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. — Wendell Berry
- Jewish prayers are mostly about daily things - the sliver of a new moon, dew on the grass, the bread and the… — Geraldine Brooks
- What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. — Robert Browning
- Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning. — Samuel Butler
- But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps… — Lord Byron
- The dew of compassion is a tear. — Lord Byron
- For keenest enjoyment, I visit when the dew is on them, or in cloudy weather, or when the rain is falling: and… — David Fairchild
- As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. — Lord Byron
- I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. — William Shakespeare
- Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste… — Robert Greene
- Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.... — William C. Bryant