Quotes

11 November 2014
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
11 November 2014
Out, damned spot; out I say.
11 November 2014
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep.
11 November 2014
Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be medicinable to me.
11 November 2014
Then I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-rased, And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
11 November 2014
I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to good sometimes Accounted dangerous folly.
11 November 2014
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image.
11 November 2014
Kent. This is nothing, Fool. Fool. The 'tis like the breath of an unfeed lawyer, you gave me nothing for't.
11 November 2014
What comfort have we now? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more.
11 November 2014
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.

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