William Shakespeare Storm Quotations

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.

This world to me is like a lasting storm,Whirring me from my friends.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

Every cloud engenders not a storm.

Tones that sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.