Quotes About Wisdom

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

All is the fear, and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason.

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.

And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.

There is no darkness but ignorance.

Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.

A young man married is a man that's marred.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.

Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past

Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

That they lack, for if their heads had any intellectual armour they could never wear such heavy headpieces

to early seen unknown...and known to late

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.