| Author |
Quotes |
| William 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. |
| William Shakespeare | Motley 's the only wear. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| William 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. |
| William 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. |
| William Shakespeare | The "why" is plain as way to parish church. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| William 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. |
| William Shakespeare | True is it that we have seen better days. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
| William Shakespeare | The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | This is the very false gallop of verses. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Let us make an honourable retreat. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | With bag and baggage. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William 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. |
| William Shakespeare | Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I do desire we may be better strangers. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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