quote by William Shakespeare

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.

— William Shakespeare

Most Powerful Curst quotations

Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!

Old Age, a second child, by nature curst With more and greater evils than the first, Weak, sickly, full of pains: in ev'ry breath Railing at life, and yet afraid of death.

Curst is the wretch enslaved to such a vice, Who ventures life and soul upon the dice.

Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst.

Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.

A curst Cow hath short hornes. [A curst cow has short horns.]

God sends a curst cow short horns.

This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.

Easy writing's curst hard reading.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company.

Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.