William Shakespeare Quotes About Weed

• Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Spring, Garden

  William Shakespeare, Ronald Knowles (1999). “King Henry VI Part 2: Third Series”, p.232, Cengage Learning EMEA

• The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet,
  Though to itself it only live and die'
  But if that flow'r with base infection meet,
  The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
  For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
  Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

  William Shakespeare

  Summer, Weed, Sweet

  Sonnet 94

• Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Smell, Lilies

  Sonnet 94

• Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Sweet, Flower

  William Shakespeare, James R. Siemon (2009). “King Richard III: Third Series”, p.240, A&C Black

• For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Smell, Deeds

  William Shakespeare (1797). “The Poetical Works of Shakespeare. With the Life of the Author ... Embellished with Superb Engravings [including a Portrait].”, p.168

• Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Grace, Herbs

  William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer (1856). “King Henry VI, pt. 1-3. King Richard III”, p.461

• We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.

  William Shakespeare

  Inspirational, Weed, Lying

  William Shakespeare, David Bevington (2005). “Antony and Cleopatra”, p.98, Cambridge University Press

• He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Flower, Sea

  William Shakespeare (1866). “The Works of William Shakespeare”, p.376

• There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Flower, Men

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 167

• Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Lying, Dirty

  William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler (1850). “The Family Shakspeare, in One Volume: In which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read in a Family”, p.136

• Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Lying, Garden

  William Shakespeare, Gayle Holste (2002). “Othello”, p.68, Barron's Educational Series

• Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Rome, Feet

  William Shakespeare (1841). “Dramatic works: from copy left by George Steevens with glossary and notes, and sketch of the life of Shakespeare”, p.321

• Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Opinion, Judgment

  William Shakespeare (1853). “The wisdom and genius of Shakspeare: comprising moral philosophy, delineations of character [&c.] with notes and scriptural references [compiled] by T. Price”, p.33

• Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Past, Heaven

  William Shakespeare (2013). “Making Sense of Hamlet! a Students Guide to Shakespeare's Play (Includes Study Guide, Biography, and Modern Retelling)”, p.240, BookCaps Study Guides

• For youth no less becomes
  The light and careless livery that it wears,
  Than settled age his sables, and his weeds
  Importing health and graveness.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Light, Age

  'Hamlet' (1601) act 4, sc. 7, l. 77

• O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Brother, Growth

  William Shakespeare (2013). “Histories of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version)”, p.447, BookCaps Study Guides

• The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Green, Docks

  'Henry V' (1599) act 5, sc. 2, l. 44

• Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Character, Soil

  William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler (1849). “The Family Shakespeare: In One Volume, in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family”, p.420

• Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Confession, Compost

  William Shakespeare, Isaac Reed, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens (1821). “The dramatic works of William Shakespeare ...”

• The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
  Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Politics, Pluck

  William Shakespeare, Roma Gill (1998). “Richard II”, p.45, Oxford University Press, USA

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