Quotes
Quotes - Shakespeare
'T is a naughty night to swim in.
The green mantle of the standing pool.
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Poor Tom's a-cold.
I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail.
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.
The worst is not
So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest.
Half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice.
Nature's above art in that respect.
Ay, every inch a king.
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.
Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low,--an excellent thing in woman.
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much
That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
