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“A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
William Shakespeare
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.” (Love’s Labour’s Lost Quotes)
Love’s Labour’s Lost
“Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.”
William Shakespeare
Love’s Labour’s Lost
“But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes,
William Shakespeare
Lives not alone immured 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.”
Love’s Labour’s Lost
“From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:
William Shakespeare
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.”
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.” (Love’s Labour’s Lost Quotes)
William 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
“Never durst a poet touch a pen to write
William Shakespeare
Until his ink was tempered with love’s sighs.”
Love’s Labour’s Lost
“That sport best pleases that doth least know how, where zeal strives to content, and the contents dies in the zeal of that which it presents. Their form confounded makes most form in mirth when great things laboring perish in their birth.”
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
