Quotes

11 November 2014
A peace is of the nature of a conquest, For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser.
11 November 2014
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
11 November 2014
The purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature: to show virtue her feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
11 November 2014
It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.
11 November 2014
Phebe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighborly? Silvius. I would have you. Phebe. Why, that were covetousness.
11 November 2014
Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Called Robin Goodfellow.
11 November 2014
My love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns— Prithee unpin me—have grace and favor in them.
11 November 2014
Small herbs have grace; great weeds do grow apace.
11 November 2014
In following him, I follow but myself.
11 November 2014
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant.

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