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- Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
- William Shakespeare, "King Lear", Act 3 scene 4
- The worst is not
So long as we can say, "This is the worst." - William Shakespeare, "King Lear", Act 4 scene 1
- Pray you now, forget and forgive.
- William Shakespeare, "King Lear", Act 4 scene 7
- The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us. - William Shakespeare, "King Lear", Act 5 scene 3
- This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. - William Shakespeare, "King Richard II", Act 2 scene 1
- Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. - William Shakespeare, "King Richard III", Act 1 scene 1
- An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
- William Shakespeare, "King Richard III", Act 4 scene 4
- True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. - William Shakespeare, "King Richard III", Act 5 scene 2
- A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
- William Shakespeare, "King Richard III", Act 5 scene 4
- A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. - William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost", Act 1 scene 1
- He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost", Act 5 scene 1
- They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost", Act 5 scene 1
- A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. - William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost", Act 5 scene 2
- And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 1 scene 3
- Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 1 scene 5
- Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 2 scene 1
- The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 2 scene 2
- By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 4 scene 1
- Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. - William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 4 scene 1
- Out, damned spot! out, I say!
- William Shakespeare, "Macbeth", Act 5 scene 1
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