Quotes

11 November 2014
I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad. I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter— Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine.
11 November 2014
Thy due from me Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood, Which nature, love, and filial tenderness Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously.
11 November 2014
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
11 November 2014
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw!
11 November 2014
It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell. I'll begin it—Ding, dong, bell.
11 November 2014
Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.
11 November 2014
Hamlet. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia. 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet. As woman's love.
11 November 2014
I am the king of courtesy ... a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.
11 November 2014
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest.
11 November 2014
Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels, Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.

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