O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, From me, whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage, and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine!
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff And good from bad find no partition.
Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
Think you I bear the shears of destiny? Have I commandment on the pulse of life?
Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight. I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
The spirit that I have seen May be a devil, and the devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me.
Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.
He will give the devil his due.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman. Modo he's called, and Mahu.
Let me say amen betimes lest the devil cross my prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
What, man, defy the devil? Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Question your grace the late ambassadors, With what great state he heard their embassy, How well supplied with noble counsellors, How modest in exception, and withal How terrible in constant resolution, And you shall find his vanities forespent Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring and be most delicate.
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
Nay, but do so then; and look you, he may come and go between you both; and in any case have a nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, and the boy never need to understand anything; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness. Old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.