William Shakespeare
Warwickshire

Quotes

11 November 2014
O, my offense is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will; My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And like a man to double business bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
11 November 2014
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
11 November 2014
Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born.
11 November 2014
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
11 November 2014
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"
11 November 2014
I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.
11 November 2014
Greatness knows itself.
11 November 2014
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
11 November 2014
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
11 November 2014
Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

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