Quotes

11 November 2014

She looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace.

11 November 2014

These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.

11 November 2014

Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold.

11 November 2014

Far from her nest the lapwing cries away; My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

11 November 2014

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.

11 November 2014

She thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.

11 November 2014

My library Was dukedom large enough.

11 November 2014

The reasons you allege do more conduce To the hot passion of distempered blood Than to make up a free determination 'Twixt right and wrong; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.

11 November 2014

Who ever knew the heavens menace so?

11 November 2014

I have nothing Of woman in me; now from head to foot I am marble-constant.

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