| Quotes |
Topic |
| Shakespeare | And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative, And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | Motley 's the only wear. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it, and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | The "why" is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time, If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | True is it that we have seen better days. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| Shakespeare | The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | With bag and baggage. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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