William Shakespeare Fire Quotations

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet.

. . . I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out! Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

I am ashes where I once was fire, And the bard in my bosom is dead; What I loved I now merely admire, And my heart is as grey as my head.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.

It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood.

Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank, And straight is cold again.

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

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution.

I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.

Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws.

If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!

Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away.