A Quote by Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Ay, ay, the best terms will grow obsolete: damns have had their day.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Irish - Playwright
October 30, 1751 - July 7, 1816

Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.

William Shakespeare

Ane bow that is ay bent Worthis ay unsmart and dullis on the string; Sa dois the mynd that is ay diligent In ernistfull thochtis and in studying.

Robert Henryson

Hey, ay, ay, ay...smoke weed everyday.

Nate Dogg

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Ay, to the leavening; but here's yet in the word 'hereafter' the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

William Shakespeare

How many shots does it take before the concept ay choice becomes obsolete?

Irvine Welsh

I remember when we did our first read-through, Sonny [Bono] looks at the script and he goes, "Okay, I'll see you guys later. Chai-ay-oh!" And I said, "It's ciao! Aren't you Italian? C-i-a-o doesn't spell 'chai-ay-oh.'" Sonny's dead, so he won't be embarrassed if I tell that story.

Teri Garr

No one will ever be able to say, 'Ay, Chente, he's all washed up. He should have thrown in the towel years ago.'

Vicente Fernandez

If you are a seer, whenever you meet a man you will see all that he owns, ay, and much that he pretends to disown, behind him.

Henry David Thoreau

Ay, is it not a language I speak?

William Shakespeare

The dream on the pillow, That flits with the day, The leaf of the willow A breath wears away; The dust on the blossom, The spray on the sea; Ay,--ask thine own bosom-- Are emblems of thee.