Quotes About Desire

I would not be a queenFor all the world.

No man's pie is freedFrom his ambitious finger.

O! for a falconer's voice,To lure this tassel-gentle back again.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.

But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,Will sate itself in a celestial bed,And prey on garbage.

She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd,She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety; other women cloyThe appetites they feed, but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies; for vilest thingsBecome themselves in her, that the holy priestsBless her when she is riggish.

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

A still-soliciting eye.

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soulLends the tongue vows.

Who doth ambition shun,And loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleas'd with what he gets.

It [drink] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Some there be that shadows kiss;Such have but a shadow's bliss.

I would fain die a dry death.

He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in.

Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how nourished?Reply, reply.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.

Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered.

Hang up philosophy!Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.

They are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing.