How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible;Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear...
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...
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;But never doubt I love .
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
But man, proud man,Dress'd in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd—His glassy essence—like an angry apePlays such fantastic tricks before high heavenAs makes the angels wee...
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
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 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.
Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.
O war! thou son of Hell!
Her voice was ever soft Gentle and low an excellent thing in woman.
My man's as true as steel.