Excellent Most Excellent and Then Again Beyond All Whooping
Quotations from Shakespeare's As Yous Like It
As You Like It is packed with unforgettable quotations that have become a part of nowadays-solar day civilisation. The most famous passage, and 1 of the nigh eloquent in all of English literature, is Jaques' speech on the seven ages of human, which begins "All the world's a phase."
Fleet the time carelessly, every bit they did in the golden globe. (1.1.127)
Let us sit and mock the expert housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. (one.2.36)
Fortune reigns in gifts of the globe. (one.two.39)
Ever the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. (1.ii.59)
How at present, wit! whither wander you? (ane.2.61)
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. (i.2.113)
Your centre's desires be with you! (1.2.214)
One out of suits with fortune. (one.two.263)
My pride fell with my fortunes. (1.two.269)
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than than your enemies. (1.two.272)
Future, in a better globe than this,
I shall desire more than love and knowledge of you lot. (1.2.302)
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke unto a tyrant blood brother. (1.2.306)
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! (one.3.13)
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than aureate. (1.three.110)
Nosotros'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface information technology with their semblances. (1.three.125)
Hath non erstwhile custom made this life more than sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these wood
More free from peril than the envious courtroom?
Hither feel we merely the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
'This is no flattery.' (2.1.2)
Sweetness are the uses of adversity,
Which similar the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears nonetheless a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in copse, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything. (2.1.13)
The large circular tears
Coursed one some other down his innocent nose,
In piteous chase. (ii.1.39)
Unregarded age in corners thrown. (2.3.46)
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly. (ii.iii.55)
K art non for the mode of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion. (2.3.59)
In thy youth thou wast as truthful a lover
Every bit ever sighed upon a midnight pillow. (two.4.28)
If 1000 think'st not the slightest folly
That always love did brand thee meet,
Thou hast not loved. (2.4.36)
We that are true lovers run into foreign capers. (two.four.55)
Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of. (2.4.58)
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. (2.4.60)
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to prevarication with me,
And plow his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come here, come here, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and crude weather. (2.five.1)
Who doth appetite shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the nutrient he eats,
And pleased with what he gets. (2.5.39)
I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool. (2.vii.13)
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on information technology with lack-lustre center,
Says very wisely, "It is x o'clock:
Thus we may encounter," quoth he, "how the world wags." (2.7.21)
And so, from hour to hr, we ripe and ripe,
And then from hr to hr, we rot and rot:
And thereby hangs a tale. (2.seven.27)
O worthy fool! Ane that hath been a courtier,
And says, if ladies be but young and off-white,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,--
Which is every bit dry as the balance biscuit
After a voyage,--he hath strange places crammed
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. (2.7.38)
My lungs began to crow similar chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
And I did express joy sans interruption
An hour past his dial. (2.7.33)
I must accept liberty
Still, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I delight. (2.7.48)
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. (two.7.134)
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women just players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts beingness seven ages. At outset the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And and so the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face up, creeping similar snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing similar furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' countenance. And so a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon'south mouth. And then the justice,
In off-white circular belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The 6th age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With glasses on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well saved a world besides broad
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Terminal scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is 2nd childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. (2.7.139)
Blow, accident, thou winter wind,
Thou fine art not and then unkind
As human's ingratitude:
Thy molar is not so dandy,
Because thou art non seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the dark-green holly:
Almost friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.(2.7.175)
I earn that I eat, get that I wear,
owe no man hate,
envy no man's happiness,
glad of other men's skillful,
content with my harm. (3.2.79)
From the east to western Ind,
No precious stone is like Rosalind. (three.2.96)
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping! (three.2.205)
Information technology is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover. (3.two.247)
Answer me in 1 word. (3.ii.215)
Do yous not know I am a adult female? when I think, I must speak. (3.ii.240)
I practise desire we may exist better strangers. (3.2.277)
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. (3.ii.328)
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. (3.iii.17)
I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. (3.iii.41)
Down on your knees,
And thank sky, fasting, for a good homo's love. (three.five.57)
I pray you, practise not fall in dear with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine. (3.five.73)
You were better speak first, and when you were gravelled for lack of thing, you lot might take occasion to kiss. (4.one.76)
Men are April when they woo, December when they midweek: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. (4.1.154)
Forever and a solar day. (4.ane.151)
The horn, the horn, the brawny horn
Is not a thing to express mirth to contemptuousness. (4.2.18)
"Then so" is good, very good, very splendid adept: and yet it is not; information technology is but and then so. (5.1.25)
Oh! how biting a matter it is to look into happiness through another human's eyes. (v.two.49)
'Tis like the howling of Irish wolves confronting the moon. (5.two.121)
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the dark-green cornfield did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the bound. (5.3.18)
Hither comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. (5.4.37)
He uses his folly like a stalking-horse,
and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. (5.4.112)
Quotations compiled past John Bartlett (Familiar Quotations, 1882).
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