William Shakespeare
Warwickshire

Quotes

11 November 2014
Do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like an old apple-john.
11 November 2014
You speak all your part at once, cues and all.
11 November 2014
What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels, racks, fires? What flaying, boiling In leads or oils? What old or newer torture Must I receive, whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst?
11 November 2014
See, Antony, that revels long a-nights, Is notwithstanding up.
11 November 2014
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous, As full of peril and adventurous spirit As to o'erwalk a current roaring loud On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
11 November 2014
O, let us have him, for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
11 November 2014
Injurious Time now, with a robber's haste, Crams his rich thievery up, he knows not how; As many farewells as be stars in heaven, With distinct breath and consigned kisses to them, He fumbles up into a loose adieu, And scants us with a single famished kiss, Distasted with the salt of broken tears.
11 November 2014
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry. 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
11 November 2014
I do not think a braver gentleman, More active-valiant or more valiant-young, More daring, or more bold, is now alive To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
11 November 2014
No extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sunlike majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes.

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