Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
The damned use that word in hell.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
All these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds.
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
I do remember an apothecary,--
And hereabouts he dwells.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
Famine is in thy cheeks.
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
The strength
Of twenty men.
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.
Her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace!
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man but myself;
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond.
