Love's Labour's Lost Quotes

“From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.”
― Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but love.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“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.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“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)”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“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.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Never durst a poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink was tempered with love's sighs.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Come on then, I will swear to study so
To know the thing I am forbid to know
- Berowne”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“What time o' day?
ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“To move wild laughter in the throat of death?—
It cannot be, it is impossible.
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Why, that’s the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools.
A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it. Then if sickly ears,
Deafed with the clamours of their own dear groans,
Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
And I will have you and that fault withal.
But if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange without heresy.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst have it to buy gingerbread.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“What is the end of study? let me know.
Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.
Come on, then; I will swear to study so,
To know the thing I am forbid to know:
As thus,--to study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid;
Or study where to meet some mistress fine,
When mistresses from common sense are hid;
Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.
If study's gain be thus and this be so,
Study knows that which yet it doth not know:

-- ACT I, SCENE 1, Loves Labour's Lost”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Welcome the sour cup of prosperity! Affliction may one day smile again, and till then, Sit thee down, sorrow!”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“أكذب اللذات هي التى نبتاعها بالألم
فلا نرث منها غير الألم”
― وليم شكسبير, خاب سعى العشاق

“Rebuke me not for that, which you provoke :”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain;
As painfully to pore upon a book
To seek the light of truth while truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile;
So ere you find where light in darkness lies
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
Study me how to please the eye indeed
By fixing it upon a fairer eye,
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
And give him light that it was blinded by.
Study is like the heavens’ glorious sun,
That will not be deep searched with saucy looks.
Small have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others’ books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven’s lights,
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
Too much to know is to know naught but fame,
And every godfather can give a name. a”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Adieu, valour: rust, rapier: be still, drum, for your manager is in love: yea, he loveth. Assist me, some extemporal god of rhyme, for I am sure I shall turn sonnet. Devise, wit: write, pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Sir, he hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; 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... (Act IV, Scene II)”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Love is a devil: there is no evil angel but love.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“You, that way: we, this way.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“En sevdiğim kitaplardan vazgeçtim, gözlerini kitap yaptım kendime,
Çünkü yaşamın bütün zevkleri, bilginin kavradığı her şey senin gözlerinde.
Eğer bilgi bir hedefse, seni bilmek her şey için yeterlidir;
Seni övebilecek olan ancak iyi eğitim görmüş bir dil olabilir,
Seni görüp de hayran olmayan dünyanın en cahil kişisidir;
Görür görmez her şeyine hayran olmak gurur duyduğum niteliğimdir.
Jüpiter'in yıldırımları gözünde çakıyor, sesin onun gök gürültüleri gibi,
Kızgın olmadığında uyumlu bir müzik ve tatlı bir sıcaklık yayıyor sesin.
Sen cennete layık bir varlıksın, ne olur bağışla bu hayranını sevgilim,
Cennetin övgüsünü kazanmış birine böyle dünyevi sözler ettiğim için.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

“Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection,
figures pedantical--these summer flies
have blown me full of maggot ostentation.”
― William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost