Quotes

11 November 2014
Our kindred, though they be long ere they be wooed, they are constant being won; they are burrs, I can tell you, they'll stick where they are thrown.
11 November 2014
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.
11 November 2014
They will steal anything, and call it purchase.
11 November 2014
But you are come A market-maid to Rome.
11 November 2014
But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.
11 November 2014
Nothing can or shall content my soul Till I am evened with him, wife for wife, Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgment cannot cure.
11 November 2014
Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
11 November 2014
Sad hours seem long.
11 November 2014
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
11 November 2014
Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.

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