Quotes

11 November 2014
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
11 November 2014
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
11 November 2014
Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, With shadowy forests and with champains riched, With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady.
11 November 2014
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
11 November 2014
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If th' assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success—that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all!—here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
11 November 2014
I love a ballad in print alife, for then we are sure they are true.
11 November 2014
Give me your hands all over, one by one.
11 November 2014
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

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