| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it, it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | -Duke. |
| William Shakespeare | I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | 'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | This is very midsummer madness. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | What, man! defy the Devil, consider, he is an enemy to mankind. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | More matter for a May morning. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' ld have challenged him. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | -Clo. |
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