Where lies your text? In Orsino's bosom. In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
What's his offense?Groping for trout in a peculiar river.
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:Lest I revenge. What, myself...
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage.When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel downAnd ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laughAt gilded butte...
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he todayThat sheds his blood with meShall be my brother.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out!Adieu my lord, I have a speech...
Tis within ourselves that we are thus or thus
Tis safter to be that which we destroyThan by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
There is nothing serious in Mortality
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.An evil soul producing holy witnessIs like a villain with a smiling cheek,A goodly apple rotten at the heart.O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd,And I lov'd her that she did pity them
SONNET 57Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-...
Remember me.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sunNe'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead!In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows...