Quotes

11 November 2014
But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further; I had thought to have let in some of all professions that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire.
11 November 2014
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
11 November 2014
Not today, O Lord, O not today, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown.
11 November 2014
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
11 November 2014
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
But soft, methinks I scent the morning air, Brief let me be.
11 November 2014
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
11 November 2014
Husband, I come! Now to that name my courage prove my title!
11 November 2014
Why then, the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
11 November 2014
There lives not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and grows old.

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