William Shakespeare on Trees
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“Slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse.”
- William Shakespeare, Specific types, Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
“Do I? yea, in very truth do I, An 'twere an aspen leaf.”
- William Shakespeare, Specific types, Aspen
“O had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble like aspen-leaves, upon a lute.”
- William Shakespeare, Specific types, Aspen
“Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle.”
- William Shakespeare, Specific types, Cedar
“Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them.”
- William Shakespeare, General, S)
“But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.”
- William Shakespeare, General, S)
“A barren detested vale, you see it is; The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean, O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe.”
- William Shakespeare, General, S)
“Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?”
- William Shakespeare, General, S)
“If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss; Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.”
- William Shakespeare, General, S)