William Shakespeare Quotes About Rage

• Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

  William Shakespeare

  Anger, Men, Wish

  William Shakespeare (2004). “The Tragedy of Othello, Moor of Venice (Sparklesoup Classics)”, p.37, Sparklesoup LLC

• There is a law in each well-ordered nation
  To curb those raging appetites that are
  Most disobedient and refractory.

  William Shakespeare

  Law, Politics, Rage

  William Shakespeare, Anthony B. Dawson (2003). “Troilus and Cressida”, p.126, Cambridge University Press

• Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

  William Shakespeare

  Girl, Death, Art

  'Cymbeline' (1609-10) act 4, sc. 2, l. 258

• I do oppose
  My patience to his fury, and am arm'd
  To suffer, with a quietness of spirit,
  The very tyranny and rage of his.

  William Shakespeare

  Patience, Suffering, Arms

  William Shakespeare (1863). “The Works of William Shakespeare”, p.343

• Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
  But bad mortality o'ersways their power,
  How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
  Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

  William Shakespeare

  Flower, Science, Sea

  Sonnet 65

• The thing of courage
  As rous'd with rage doth sympathise,
  And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key,
  Retorts to chiding fortune.

  William Shakespeare

  Courage, Keys, Self

  William Shakespeare (2015). “Troilus and Cressida”, p.23, Library of Alexandria

• Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste.

  William Shakespeare

  Hate, Giving, Hatred

• My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

  William Shakespeare

  Sorrow, Charity, Shame

  Cross, William Shakespeare (1989). “William Shakespeare: The Complete Works”, p.106, Barnes & Noble Publishing

• Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

  William Shakespeare

  Blow, Men, Fire

  'King Lear' (1605-6) act 3, sc. 2, l. 1

• And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

  William Shakespeare

  Fire, Two, Together

  William Shakespeare, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens (1786). “The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere,: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens...”

• When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.

  William Shakespeare

  Blow, Wind, Sea

  "The Works of William Shakespeare". Volume VI,

• While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

  William Shakespeare

  Drunk, Bed, Rage

  William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Alexander Pope, Richard Farmer, Samuel Johnson (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare”, p.381

• Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.

  William Shakespeare

  Running, Kings, Rain

  William Shakespeare (1813). “The Plays of William Shakespeare”, p.836

• When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

  William Shakespeare

  Ocean, Loss, Winning

  William Shakespeare (1973). “Shakespeare’s Sonnets: The Problems Solved”, p.130, Springer

• Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Grumio: For he fears none.

  William Shakespeare

  Thinking, Blow, Boys

  William Shakespeare (2016). “The Taming of the Shrew”, p.33, Penguin

• If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.

  William Shakespeare

  Blow, Wind, Sea

  William Shakespeare (2016). “The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition: The Complete Works”, p.218, Oxford University Press

• When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?
  If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
  Threatening the welkin with his big-swollen face?

  William Shakespeare

  Wind, Sea, Mad

  William Shakespeare, Jonathan Bate (1995). “Titus Andronicus: Third Series”, p.201, Cengage Learning EMEA

• In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; . . . . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.

  William Shakespeare

  Peace, War, Humility

  William Shakespeare (1996). “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare”, p.496, Wordsworth Editions

• My rage is gone,
  And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
  Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
  Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully,
  Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city he
  Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
  Which to this hour bewail the injury,
  Yet he shall have a noble memory.
  Assist.

  William Shakespeare

  Memories, Book, Cities

  William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier (1853). “The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play”, p.202

• But there is no such man; for, brother, men
  Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
  Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,
  Their counsel turns to passion, which before
  Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
  Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
  Charm ache with air and agony with words.

  William Shakespeare

  Strong, Brother, Grief

  William Shakespeare (2016). “The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition: The Complete Works”, p.1491, Oxford University Press

• I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
  But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
  Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

  William Shakespeare

  Love, Fire, Hot

  William Shakespeare (1843). “The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows”

• The bay-trees in our country are all withered,
  And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven.
  The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth,
  And lean-looked prophets whisper fearful change.
  Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap;
  The one in fear to lose what they enjoy,
  The other to enjoy by rage and war.
  These signs forerun the death or fall of kings.

  William Shakespeare

  Country, Stars, Kings

  William Shakespeare, Anthony B. Dawson, Paul Yachnin (2011). “The Oxford Shakespeare: Richard II”, p.201, Oxford University Press

• But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

  William Shakespeare

  Blood, Humanity, Lust

  William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Samuel Johnson, Alexander Pope, George Steevens (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare”, p.284

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