Quotes

11 November 2014
Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
11 November 2014
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
11 November 2014
You told a lie, an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
11 November 2014
Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony, Shall die a beggar.
11 November 2014
Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now?
11 November 2014
Prince Hal. I never thought to hear thee speak again. King Henry. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
11 November 2014
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
11 November 2014
Romeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mercutio. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind.
11 November 2014
I that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.
11 November 2014
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief Must be to loathe her.

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