William Shakespeare Quotes on Fire (26 Quotes)

Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter some that humble themselves may but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.

I fear neither sword nor fire.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.

It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she that burns in t.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

Thy rage shall burn thee up, and thou shalt turn
To ashes, ere our blood shall quench that fire.

Thou art a soul in bliss but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

I am bound Upon a wheel of fire.

The perdition of th' athversary hath been very great,
reasonable great; marry, for my part, I think the Duke hath lost
never a man, but one that is like to be executed for robbing a
church- one Bardolph, if your Majesty know the man; his face is
all bubukles, and whelks, and knobs, and flames o' fire; and his
lips blows at his nose, and it is like a coal of fire, sometimes
plue and sometimes red; but his nose is executed and his fire's
out.

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.

It is written
they appear to men like angels of light; light is an effect
of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn.

In rage deaf as the sea hasty as fire.

His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
Shows his hot courage and his high desire.

Sir,
I am about to weep; but, thinking that
We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain
The daughter of a king, my drops of tears
I'll turn to sparks of fire.

English John Talbot, Captains, calls you forth,
Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
And thus he would open your city gates,
Be humble to us, call my sovereignvours
And do him homage as obedient subjects,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power;
But if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
Who in a moment even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air braving towers,
If you forsake the offer of their love.

O for a Muse of fire.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

Misshapen chaos of well-seeming formsFeather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health. . . This love feel I.

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves-
That time best fits the work we have in hand.