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''That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 2, l. 1-2. Referring to the wine she has given Duncan's attendants.
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.''
''You must bear with me.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 7, l. 82-3. Asking forgiveness of his daughter Cordelia.
Pray you now, forget and forgive; I am old and foolish.''
''Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 1, l. 36-9. The vision is "fatal" as prompting him to murder; "heat-oppressed means fevered.
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?''
''Maria. Nay, but say true, does it work upon him?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Maria and Sir Toby Belch, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 195-6. "Aqua vitae," the water of life, means brandy or other spirits.
Sir Toby Belch. Like aqua vitae with a midwife.''
''Our dates are brief, and therefore we admireWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change (l. 5-6). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
What thou dost foist upon us that is old,''
''Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Othello (III, iii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd. Exchange me for a goat
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,
For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago,
I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And on the proof, there is no more but this
Away at once with love or jealousy!''
''O Lady Fortune,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Perdita, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 51-2. Hoping nothing will prevent her marriage to the prince Florizel.
Stand you auspicious!''
''I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 2, l. 23-5. Playing on "will" as desire and as testament.
''From the four corners of the earth they comeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince of Morocco, in The Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. 7, l. 39-40. In adoration of Portia.
To kiss this shrine, this mortal-breathing saint.''
''Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 1, sc. 1, l. 5. At the end of the civil wars that plagued the reign of Henry VI.
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or ...
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case