William Shakespeare Rude Quotations

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.

The rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude