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Shakespeare quotes on nothingAnd for a woman wert thou first created, Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, Source: THE SONNETS 69 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view, Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend 72 O lest the world should task you to recite, What merit lived in me that you should love After my death (dear love) forget me quite, For you in me can nothing worthy prove For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth But heaven in thy creation did decree, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell, Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell That is my home of love, if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that my self bring water for my stain, Never believe though in my nature reigned, All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good Then in the number let me pass untold, Though in thy store's account I one must be, For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold, That nothing me, a something sweet to thee But thanks be given, she's very well, and wants nothing i' th' world; but yet she is not well To say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title, which is within a very little of nothing A good traveller is something at the latter end of a dinner; but one that lies three-thirds and uses a Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL He has everything that an honest man should not have; what an honest man should have he has nothing But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital As nothing can unroot you It were pity to cast them away for nothing, though between them and a great cause they should be esteemed nothing By this marriage All little jealousies, which now seem great, And all great fears, which now import their dangers, Would then be nothing This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd To myself nothing I hope I shall see an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he About his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd The opening of his mouth; but suddenly, Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush; under which bush's shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead Your lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing and to make it brief wars I had rather have one scratch my head i' th' sun When the alarum were struck than idly sit To hear my nothings monster'd Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me- We have been down together in my sleep, Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat- And wak'd half dead with nothing 'Tis this slave- Go whip him fore the people's eyes- his raising, Nothing but his report Being so far provok'd as I was in France, I would abate her nothing, though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend The vows of women Of no more bondage be to where they are made Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing Poor wretches, that depend On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; Wake and find nothing So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, And, like a neutral to his will and matter, Did nothing How stand I then, That have a father klll'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Exit. Her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily In youth when I did love, did love, Methought it was very sweet; To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove, O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article, and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd Or a dry wheel grate on the axletree, And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry For you my staff of office did I break In Richard's time, and posted day and night To meet you on the way and kiss your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I You call honourable boldness impudent sauciness; if a man will make curtsy and say nothing, he is virtuous Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire Nothing but odds with England The town is beseech'd, and the trumpet call us to the breach; and we talk and, be Chrish, do nothing If I owe you anything I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; As did Aeneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; But then Aeneas bare a living load, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, That nothing sung but death to us and ours These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun To search the secret treasons of the world; The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, Were lik'ned oft to kingly sepulchres; For who liv'd King, but I could dig his grave? And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow? Lo now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors, that I had, Even now forsake me; and of all my lands Is nothing left me but my body's length What should this mean? What sudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes; so looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him- Then makes him nothing Thou monstrous injurer of heaven and earth, Call not me slanderer! Thou and thine usurp The dominations, royalties, and rights, Of this oppressed boy; this is thy eldest son's son, Infortunate in nothing but in thee Welcome then, Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace! The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts It is not for prisoners to be too silent in their words, and therefore I will say nothing A man of sovereign parts, peerless esteem'd, Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms; Nothing becomes him ill that he would well I give thee thy liberty, set thee from durance; and, in lieu thereof, impose on thee nothing but this And why, indeed, 'Naso' but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy, the jerks of invention? Imitari is nothing O, but for my love, day would turn to night! Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek Bring forth men-children only, For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time, for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality Now does he feel His secret murthers sticking on his hands, Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would never be quiet, For every pelting petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder, Nothing but thunder Not with fond sicles of the tested gold, Or stones, whose rate are either rich or poor As fancy values them; but with true prayers That shall be up at heaven and enter there Ere sun-rise, prayers from preserved souls, From fasting maids, whose minds are dedicate To nothing temporal That I do beg his life, if it be sin, Heaven let me bear it! You granting of my suit, If that be sin, I'll make it my morn prayer To have it added to the faults of mine, And nothing of your answer This is a thing that Angelo knows not; for he this very day receives letters of strange tenour, perchance of the Duke's death, perchance entering into some monastery; but, by chance, nothing of what is writ Would yet he had liv'd! Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right; we would, and we would not Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me; Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us They say he wears a key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it, and borrows money in God's name, the which he hath us'd so long and never paid that now men grow hard-hearted and will lend nothing for God's sake Your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander- Drink, ho!- are nothing to your English I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth Than it should do offense to Michael Cassio; Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him I had been happy if the general camp, Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known I did so, and take heed on't; Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose't or give't away were such perdition As nothing else could match Marry, patience, Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man Yet again methinks Some unborn sorrow, ripe in fortune's womb, Is coming towards me, and my inward soul With nothing trembles Howe'er it be, I cannot but be sad; so heavy sad As-though, on thinking, on no thought I think- Makes me with heavy nothing faint and shrink Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief Then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again; and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing But whate'er I be, Nor I, nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleas'd till he be eas'd With being nothing Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil; And for unfelt imaginations They often feel a world of restless cares, So that between their tides and low name There's nothing differs but the outward fame Tell them, when that my mother went with child Of that insatiate Edward, noble York My princely father then had wars in France And, by true computation of the time, Found that the issue was not his begot; Which well appeared in his lineaments, Being nothing like the noble Duke my father 'Thus saith the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferr'd'- But nothing spoke in warrant from himself Windy attorneys to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries, Let them have scope; though what they will impart Help nothing else, yet do they case the heart In the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords News from Verona! How now, Balthasar? Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How fares my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures; Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet; Procure me music ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And with a low submissive reverence Say 'What is it your honour will command?' Let one attend him with a silver basin Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers; Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?' Some one be ready with a costly suit, And ask him what apparel he will wear; Another tell him of his hounds and horse, And that his lady mourns at his disease; Persuade him that he hath been lunatic, And, when he says he is, say that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one; Let them want nothing that my house affords God send 'em good shipping! But who is here? Mine old master, Vicentio! Now we are undone and brought to nothing I do well believe your Highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surpris'd withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more If by this crime he owes the law his life, Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore; For law is strict, and war is nothing more Give to dogs What thou deniest to men; let prisons swallow 'em, Debts wither 'em to nothing My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things For that I am prepar'd and full resolv'd, Foul-spoken coward, that thund'rest with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform Then though my heart's content firm love doth bear, Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true swords; and, Jove's accord, Nothing so full of heart He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector, and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling that he raves in saying nothing In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; The one almost as infinite as all, The other blank as nothing Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of cuckolds, a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg-to what form but that he is, should wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to? To an ass, were nothing Consort with me in loud and dear petition, Pursue we him on knees; for I have dreamt Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of slaughter There is no slander in an allow'd fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove I know the knight is incens'd against you, even to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance more Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for nothing; and that that did, I was set on to do't by Sir Toby If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me; I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb If he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams- how can this be?- With what's unreal thou coactive art, And fellow'st nothing Horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? Wishing clocks more swift; Hours, minutes; noon, midnight? And all eyes Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked- is this nothing? Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing But of all, the burst And the ear-deaf'ning voice o' th' oracle, Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpris'd my sense That I was nothing But, O thou tyrant! Do not repent these things, for they are heavier Than all thy woes can stir; therefore betake thee To nothing but despair Home, home, the next way! We are lucky, boy; and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy [seeing AUTOLYCUS] Who have we here? We'll make an instrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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