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Shakespeare quotes on fireWhen wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn Yet this shall I ne'er know but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my Source: THE SONNETS But found no cure, the bath for my help lies, Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes This brand she quenched in a cool well by, Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men discased, but I my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, Love's fire heats water, water cools not love I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam, and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes that the wenches say 'God damn me!' That's as much to say 'God make me a light wench!' It is written they appear to men like angels of light; light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn Behold our patroness, the life of Rome! Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them These blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax And melt in her own fire Not that I think you did not love your father; But that I know love is begun by time, And that I see, in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it When thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night to catch my horse, Source: THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire any time this two-and-thirty years Our present musters grow upon the file To five and twenty thousand men of choice; And our supplies live largely in the hope Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns With an incensed fire of injuries Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream 'Si fortune me tormente sperato me contento.' Fear we broadsides? No, let the fiend give fire 'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile! The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face; The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels; For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow I say again there is no English soul More stronger to direct you than yourself, If with the sap of reason you would quench Or but allay the fire of passion Sir, I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain The daughter of a king, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Against this man-whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at- Ye blew the fire that burns ye Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire Ah, none but in this iron age would do it! The iron of itself, though heat red-hot, Approaching near these eyes would drink my tears, And quench his fiery indignation Even in the matter of mine innocence; Nay, after that, consume away in rust But for containing fire to harm mine eye Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm? O Cicero, I have seen tempests when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam To be exalted with the threatening clouds, But never till tonight, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire A common slave- you know him well by sight- Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand Not sensible of fire remain'd unscorch'd And there were drawn Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women Transformed with their fear, who swore they saw Men all in fire walk up and down the streets Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place And with the brands fire the traitors' houses Impatient of my absence, And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong- for with her death That tidings came- with this she fell distract, And (her attendants absent) swallow'd fire Truth's a dog must to kennel; he must be whipp'd out, when Lady the brach may stand by th' fire and stink Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters Though their injunction be to bar my doors And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up And quench'd the steeled fires Have I caught thee? He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven And fire us hence like foxes While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should; And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire- so won, so lost Thy eye Jove's lightning bears, thy voice his dreadful thunder, Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire They are the ground, the books, the academes, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire The very all of all is- but, sweet heart, I do implore secrecy- that the King would have me present the Princess, sweet chuck, with some delightful ostentation, or show, or pageant, or antic, or firework That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire None but that ugly treason of mistrust Which makes me fear th' enjoying of my love; There may as well be amity and life 'Tween snow and fire as treason and my love Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire And yet he would not swear; prais'd women's modesty, and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to the tune of 'Greensleeves.' What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease Now Heaven send thee good fortune! [Exit FENTON] A kind heart he hath; a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart I'll follow you; I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn That I neither feel how she should be loved, nor know how she should be worthy, is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me She would have made Hercules have turn'd spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too Peace, Master Marquis, you are malapert; Your fire-new stamp of honour is scarce current More light, you knaves! and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw To th' fire i' th' blood How fairly this lord strives to appear foul! Takes virtuous copies to be wicked, like those that under hot ardent zeal would set whole realms on fire What, billing again? Here's 'In witness whereof the parties interchangeably.' Come in, come in; I'll go get a fire Why, 'a stalks up and down like a peacock-a stride and a stand; ruminaies like an hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning, bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say 'There were wit in this head, an 'twould out'; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words 'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear? What breast so cold that is not warmed here? O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath, Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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