Quotes

11 November 2014
Graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure.
11 November 2014
Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
11 November 2014
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt.
11 November 2014
Snug. Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it me; for I am slow of study. Quince. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
11 November 2014
We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.
11 November 2014
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts in one.
11 November 2014
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
11 November 2014
Women will love her, that she is a woman More worth than any man; men, that she is The rarest of all women.
11 November 2014
How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
11 November 2014
We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too:

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