Quotes from 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... Tu-whit, tu-who! A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it.

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.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stol'n the scraps.

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical; these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation: I do forswear them.

Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

Our court shall be a little Academe, Still and contemplative in living art.

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death.

Our wooing doth not end like an old play: Jack hath not Jill. These ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

How well he's read, to reason against reading!