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We will meet; and there we may rehearse mostobscenely and courageously.Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2
William Shakespeare
What a piece of work is a man!How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties!In form and moving, how express and admirable!In action how like an angel!In apprehension how like a god!The beauty of the world!The paragon of animals!And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
He kills her in her own humor.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under't.
n sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,I am to learn;And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,That I have much ado to know myself.
I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,Desire his death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,At random from the truth vainly express'd;For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itselfAnd falls on the other.
The best is yet to come.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.
When devils will the blackest sins put onThey do suggest at first with heavenly shows
Imitations produce pain or pleasure, not because they are mistaken for realities, but because they bring realities to mind.
Samuel Johnson
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...
Well said, old mole!