William Shakespeare Dog Quotations

Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed.

Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.

The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.

Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.

And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.

O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog.

There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a willful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity profound conceit; As who should say, I am sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Bulldogs are adorable, with faces like toads that have been sat on. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew...

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.