Quotes

11 November 2014
An old man, sir, and his wits are not so blunt as, God help, I would desire they were; but, in faith, honest as the skin between his brows.
11 November 2014
Macbeth. What is the night? Lady Macbeth. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
11 November 2014
A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
11 November 2014
I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am armed To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
11 November 2014
The time was once, when thou unurged wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear, That never object pleasing in thine eye, That never touch well welcome to thy hand, That never meat sweet-savored in thy taste, Unless I spake, or looked, or touched, or carved to thee.
11 November 2014
Chaste as the icicle That's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.
11 November 2014
What says she, fair one? That the tongues of men are full of deceits?
11 November 2014
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
11 November 2014
A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleep, careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.
11 November 2014
Revels, dances, masques, and merry hours Forerun fair love, strewing her way with flowers.

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