Love's Labour's Lost
William Shakespeare
Top 10 Best Quotes
“Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.”
“Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.”
“Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -”
“A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.”
“But love, first learnèd in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immurèd in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; A lover's ears will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopped: Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails: Love's tongue proves dainty Baccus gross in taste. For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were tempered with Love's sighs.”
“When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whit! To-who!—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doe blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-whit! To-who!—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.”
“He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)”
“They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.”
“Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.”
“This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.”
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inspiration, theft, winter, muse, love, words, true, language, spring, poem, writing, poetry, jesting, judgement
