Quotes

11 November 2014
There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a willful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dressed in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!"
11 November 2014
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered.
11 November 2014
O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder of all high designs, The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogeniture and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, But by degree stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.
11 November 2014
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
11 November 2014
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
11 November 2014
Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
11 November 2014
For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
11 November 2014
Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
11 November 2014
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice.
11 November 2014
What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug Would scour these English hence?

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