William Shakespeare
Warwickshire

Quotes

11 November 2014
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
11 November 2014
Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools.
11 November 2014
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now, Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held. Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use If thou couldst answer, \'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
11 November 2014
That very time I saw (but thou couldst not) Flying between the cold moon and the earth Cupid all armed.
11 November 2014
With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.
11 November 2014
Men, wives, and children stare, cry out, and run, As it were doomsday.
11 November 2014
Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger; Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart. Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
11 November 2014
Thou turn'st my eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
11 November 2014
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
11 November 2014
Art made tongue-tied by authority.

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