William Shakespeare Rain Quotations

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

Maybe love won't let you down. All of your failures are training grounds and just as your back's turned you'll be surprised...as your solitude subsides .

He was not so much brain as earwax

Memory, the warder of the brain.

Dirty days hath September April June and November From January up to May The rain it raineth every day All the rest have thirty-one Without a blessed gleam of sun And if any of them had two-and-thirty They'd be just as wet and twice as dirty." "April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

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.

A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.

If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift.

The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree.

Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.

That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

May his pernicious soulRot half a grain a day!

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.

My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain

Within the book and volume of thy brain...

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

The quality of mercy is not strained

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.

Much rain wears the marble.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!" - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

The sea all water, yet receives rain still,And in abundance addeth to his store,So thou being rich in will add to thy willOne will of mine to make thy large will more.

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

They are hare-brain'd slaves.

The rain, it raineth every day.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?...

Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity.