174 Quotes by William Morris

Gold on her head, and gold on her feet / And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet / And a golden girdle round my sweet / Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.

If I were rich I would kiss her feet / I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet / And the golden kirtle round my sweet / Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.

Is not the Maytime now on earth, / When close against the city wall / The folk are singing in their mirth, / While on their heads the Mayflowers fall?

Yes, May is come, and its sweet breath / Shall well-nigh make you weep to-day, / And pensive with swift-coming death, / Shall ye be satiate of the May.

O certainly, no month this is but May! / Sweet earth and sky, sweet birds of happy song, / Do make thee happy now, and thou art strong,

For such an art nothing patchy or scrappy, or half-starved, should be done: There is no excuse for doing anything which is not strikingly beautiful.

There may be some doubt as to who are the best people to have charge of children, but there can be no doubt that parents are the worst.

A work of utility might also be a work of art if we cared to make it so.

Spring am I, too soft of heart / Much to speak ere I depart: / Ask the Summer-tide to prove / The abundance of my love.