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Shakespeare quotes on virtueIf she be All that is virtuous-save what thou dislik'st, A poor physician's daughter-thou dislik'st Of virtue for the name; but do not so Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL Our virtues would be proud if our faults whipt them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherish'd by our virtues O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, That every eye which in this forest looks Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where Then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar [To DUKE] You to your former honour I bequeath; Your patience and your virtue well deserves it I say unto you, what he hath done famously he did it to that end; though soft-conscienc'd men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother and to be partly proud, which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue Have I not been Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceeded- Unless thou think'st me devilish- is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging- but none human- To try the vigour of them, and apply Allayments to their act, and by them gather Their several virtues and effects The vows of women Of no more bondage be to where they are made Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue I can speak English, lord, as well as you; For I was train'd up in the English court, Where, being but young, I framed to the harp Many an English ditty lovely well, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament- A virtue that was never seen in you My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers; That love which virtue begs and virtue grants [To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart; Where fame, late ent'ring at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue If I am Traduc'd by ignorant tongues, which neither know My faculties nor person, yet will be The chronicles of my doing, let me say 'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! One of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth and honesty; If they shall fail, I with mine enemies Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant Nay, my lord, That cannot be; you are a councillor, And by that virtue no man dare accuse you This toil of ours should be a work of thine; But thou from loving England art so far That thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Cut off the sequence of posterity, Outfaced infant state, and done a rape Upon the maiden virtue of the crown O, he sits high in all the people's hearts, And that which would appear offense in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon I hope, for my brother's justification, he wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee What, do I love her, That I desire to hear her speak again, And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint, With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue What sin you do to save a brother's life, Nature dispenses with the deed so far That it becomes a virtue No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair and, fairer than that word, Of wondrous virtues In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your excellent wit? Can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum you are he There's a double tongue; there's two tongues.' Thus did she an hour together transshape thy particular virtues Therefore is it most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it 'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous They that mean virtuously and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts and they tempt heaven And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue and that part of philosophy Will I apply that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev'd Nay, I will win my wager better yet, And show more sign of her obedience, Her new-built virtue and obedience [Kneeling] No man shed tears for noble Mutius; He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause But in the wind and tempest of her frown Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, Puffing at all, winnows the light away; And what hath mass or matter by itself Lies rich in virtue and unmingled Fair Diomed, you do as chapmen do, Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy; But we in silence hold this virtue well Anything that's mended is but patch'd; virtue that transgresses is but patch'd with sin, and sin that amends is but patch'd with virtue O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue Say to me, when saw'st thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them when they have approved their virtues Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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