Twelfth Night Quotes

O! what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip.

– William Shakespeare

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

– William Shakespeare

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.

– William Shakespeare

Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.

– William Shakespeare

You are now sailed into the north of my lady’s opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman’s beard.

– William Shakespeare

DUKE: And what’s her history?
VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

– William Shakespeare

O world! how apt the poor are to be proud.

– William Shakespeare

Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered.

– William Shakespeare

I am all the daughters of my father’s house,
And all the brothers too.

– William Shakespeare

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

– William Shakespeare

Look, where the youngest wren of nine comes.

– William Shakespeare

Nay, let me alone for swearing.

– William Shakespeare

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

– William Shakespeare

More matter for a May morning.

– William Shakespeare

Out of the jaws of death.

– William Shakespeare

Still you keep o’ the windy side of the law.

– William Shakespeare

Why have you suffered me to be imprisoned,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck and gull
That e’er invention played on? Tell me why.

– William Shakespeare

I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of you.

– William Shakespeare

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

– William Shakespeare

Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

– William Shakespeare

In nature there’s no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind.

– William Shakespeare