William Shakespeare Quotes About Labour

• Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
  Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
  Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
  The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
  Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
  Chief nourisher in life's feast...

  William Shakespeare

  Hurt, Sleep, Insomnia

  'Macbeth' (1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 36

• All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

  William Shakespeare

  Wise, Farewell, Men

  William Shakespeare (2014). “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Deluxe Annotated: Suitable for Home Reading, Academic Study, and Dramatic Productions”, p.615, BookBaby

• Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
  Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
  And for thy maintenance commits his body
  To painful labour both by sea and land,
  To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
  Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
  And craves no other tribute at thy hands
  But love, fair looks and true obedience;
  Too little payment for so great a debt.

  William Shakespeare

  Marriage, Husband, Home

  'The Taming Of The Shrew' (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 147

• I once did hold it, as our statists do,
  A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
  How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
  It did me yeoman's service.

  William Shakespeare

  Writing, Yeoman, Fairness

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 5, sc. 2, l. 33

• This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

  William Shakespeare

  Wise, Art, Fall

  William Shakespeare (1998). “Twelfth Night, Or, What You Will”, p.156, Oxford University Press, USA

• To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans,
  Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth
  With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;
  If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
  If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
  However, but a folly bought with wit,
  Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

  William Shakespeare

  Heart, Night, Stupidity

  William Shakespeare (1867). “The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols., including a vol. entitled William Shakspere, by C. Knight]. [8 vols. The vol. containing the biogr. is of the 3rd ed.].”, p.19

You May Also Like:

Miguel de Cervantes

Anne Hathaway

Charles Dickens

William Wordsworth

Christopher Marlowe

Moliere

Elizabeth I