Quotes

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.

Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls, Our debts, our careful wives, Our children, and our sins lay on the King! We must bear all. O hard condition, Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel But his own wringing! What infinite heartsease Must kings neglect that private men enjoy! And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony? And what art thou, thou idol ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshipers? What are thy rents? What are thy comings-in? O ceremony, show me but thy worth! What is thy soul of adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?

She that was ever fair, and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud ... She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind. She was a wight, if ever such wight were— To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.

Come leave your tears: a brief farewell. The beast With many heads butts me away.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

[Antony] is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust.

You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave: Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

when a woman woos, what woman's son Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed?

either by thy picture or my love, Thyself away art present still with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee; Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

I weigh my friend's affection with mine own.