Quotes

11 November 2014
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd. Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw.
11 November 2014
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity.
11 November 2014
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
11 November 2014
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
11 November 2014
Thus hath the candle singed the moth.
11 November 2014
Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dullness, And give it way.
11 November 2014
You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keeps the gate of hell!
11 November 2014
I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
11 November 2014
He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.
11 November 2014
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping winter treads.

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