Quotes

11 November 2014
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!
11 November 2014
Look, I draw the sword myself; take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart. Fear not, 'tis empty of all things but grief.
11 November 2014
But old folks—many feign as they were dead, Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.
11 November 2014
I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come.
11 November 2014
But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life; The fountain from the which my current runs Or else dries up: to be discarded thence, Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!
11 November 2014
Shall we be merry? As merry as crickets, my lad.
11 November 2014
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
11 November 2014
I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous.
11 November 2014
Ambition (The soldier's virtue).
11 November 2014
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!

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