I defy you, stars.
How low am I, thou painted maypole?(Hermia to Helena)
His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings;How some have been deposed; some slain in war,Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;Some poison'd by their w...
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.Fear...
Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Double, double, toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?Catherine: I cannot tell.Henry: Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them.
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,That, if I then...
And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.
And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,With Ate by his side come hot from hell,Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war,That this foul deed shall smell a...
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told:Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold,Your in limbs, in judgment...
All that glisters is not gold;Often have you heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sigh no more ladies sigh no more Men were deceivers ever One foot in sea and one on shore To one thing constant never.
O war! thou son of Hell!
Talkers are no good doers.
I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.
This above all: to thine own self be true.