10 Inspiring Quotes from Love’s Labour’s Lost (by William Shakespeare)

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Love’s Labour’s Lost Quotes

Come on then, I will swear to study soTo know the thing I am forbid to know- Berowne

— William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost


Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love’s sighs.

— 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


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

— William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost


BEROWNE: What time o’ day?ROSALINE: The hour that fools should ask.

— William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost


Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

— 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


They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.

— William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost


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.

— William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost


From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes, From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

— William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost