Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts:
Dash him to pieces!
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
All his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity.
Brutus. Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
1 W. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 W. When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Banners flout the sky.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid.
Dwindle, peak, and pine.
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not.
Stands not within the prospect of belief.
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them.
The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
