Quotes

11 November 2014
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
11 November 2014
O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.
11 November 2014
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh, the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o'the year, For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
11 November 2014
Downy windows, close, And golden Phoebus never be beheld Of eyes again so royal!
11 November 2014
I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns.... When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk; he trots the air.
11 November 2014
Thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy.
11 November 2014
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
11 November 2014
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.
11 November 2014
Taffeta phrases, silken phrases precise, Three-piled hyperbole, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical—these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. I do forswear them.
11 November 2014
When you do dance, I wish you A wave o'the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that, move still, still so, And own no other function.

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