FAVORITE QUOTS. from William SHAKESPEARE-- ======== ===== =========== "They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps." (_LLL_ 5.1) * * * * * * "Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. . . ." (_Richard_II_ 3.2) * * * * * * "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." (_MND_ 5.1) * * * * * * "Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" (_MofV_ 3.1) * * * * * * "For there was never yet philosopher / That could endure the toothache patiently. . . ." (_MAAN_ 5.1.) * * * * * * "Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; / He thinks too much: such men are dangerous." (_JC_ 1.2) * * * * * * "For Brutus is an honorable man; / So are they all, all honorable men. . . ." (_JC_ 3.2) * * * * * * "I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs." (_AYLI_ 2.5) * * * * * * "O that I were a fool! / I am ambitious for a motley coat." (_AYLI_ 2.7) * * * * * * "If music be the food of love, play on. . . ." (_TN_ 1.1) * * * * * * "Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (_TN_ 2.3) * * * * * * "This bodes some strange eruption to our state." (_Hamlet_ 1.1) * * * * * * "I shall not look upon his like again." (_Hamlet_ 1.2) * * * * * * "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark." (_Hamlet_ 1.4) * * * * * * "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." (_Hamlet_ 1.5) * * * * * * "To put an antic disposition on. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 1.5) * * * * * * "More matter, with less art." (_Hamlet_ 2.2) * * * * * * "Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. (_Hamlet_ 2.2) * * * * * * ". . . there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 2.2) * * * * * * "What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 2.2) * * * * * * "I am but mad north-north-west. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 2.2) * * * * * * "What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, / That he should weep for her?" (_Hamlet_ 2.2) * * * * * * "Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 3.1) * * * * * * "Get thee to a nunnery. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 3.1) * * * * * * ". . . it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it." (_Hamlet_ 3.2) * * * * * * "The lady doth protest too much, methinks." (_Hamlet_ 3.2) * * * * * * "Sir, I lack advancement." (_Hamlet_ 3.2) * * * * * * "Very like a whale." (_Hamlet_ 3.2) * * * * * * "I will speak daggers to her, but use none. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 3.2) * * * * * * ". . . some craven scruple / Of thinking to precisely on the event. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 4.4) * * * * * * ". . . her speech is nothing, / Yet the unshaped use of it doth move / The hearers to collection; they aim at it, / And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 4.5) * * * * * * "A document in madness. . . ." (_Hamlet_ 4.5) * * * * * * "There's a divinity that shapes our ends, / Rough-hew them how we will." (_Hamlet_ 5.2) * * * * * * "The rest is silence." (_Hamlet_ 5.2) * * * * * * "The Trojans' trumpet." (_T&C_ 4.5) * * * * * * "I am not what I am." (_Othello_ 1.1) * * * * * * ". . . an old black ram / Is tupping your white ewe." (_Othello_ 1.1) * * * * * * "I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs." (_Othello_ 1.1) * * * * * * "Put money in thy purse. . . ." (_Othello_ 1.3) * * * * * * "O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! . . . O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! . . . To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!" (_Othello_ 2.3) * * * * * * "Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, / But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, / Chaos is come again." (_Othello_ 3.3) * * * * * * ". . . but yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!" (_Othello_ 4.1) * * * * * * "Goats and monkeys!" (_Othello_ 4.1) * * * * * * "It makes us, or it mars us. . . ." (_Othello_ 5.1) * * * * * * "And say besides, that in Aleppo once, / Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk / Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, / I took by the throat the circumcised dog / And smote him, thus." (_Othello_ 5.2) * * * * * * "Nothing will come of nothing: speak again." (_King_Lear_ 1.1) * * * * * * ". . . he hath ever but slenderly known himself." (_King_Lear_ 1.1) * * * * * * "These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good for us . . . love cools, friendship falls off, brother divide . . . and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father. . . . We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery and all ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves." (_King_Lear_ 1.2) * * * * * * ". . . an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!" (_King_Lear_ 1.2) * * * * * * "How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is / To have a thankless child!" (_King_Lear_ 1.4) * * * * * * "Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise." (_King_Lear_ 1.5) * * * * * * "I will have such revenges on you both / That all the world shall--I will do such things,-- / What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be / The terrors of the earth." (_King_Lear_ 2.4) * * * * * * "Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!" (_King_Lear_ 3.2) * * * * * * "For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass." (_King_Lear_ 3.2) * * * * * * "I am a man / More sinn'd against than sinning." (_King_Lear_ 3.2) * * * * * * "O, that way madness lies. . . ." (_King_Lear_ 3.4) * * * * * * "Is man no more than this? . . . Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art." (_King_Lear_ 3.4) * * * * * * "Poor Tom's a-cold." (_King_Lear_ 3.4) * * * * * * "As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; / They kill us for their sport." (_King_Lear_ 4.1) * * * * * * "Ay, every inch a king: / When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. / I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? / Adultery? / Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: / The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly / Does lecher in my sight. / Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son / Was kinder to his father than my daughters / Got 'tween the lawful sheets. / To 't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. / Behold yond simpering dame, / Whose face between her forks presages snow, / That minces virtue and does shake the head / To hear of pleasure's name; / The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't / With a more riotous appetite. / Down from the waist they are Centaurs, / Though women all above: / But to the girdle do the gods inherit, / Beneath is all the fiends'; / There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit, / Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee." (_King_Lear_ 4.6) * * * * * * ". . . we came crying hither. . . ." (_King_Lear_ 4.6) * * * * * * "It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe / A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof; / And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law, / Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" (_King_Lear_ 4.6) * * * * * * "I am cut to the brains." (_King_Lear_ 4.6) * * * * * * "Men must endure / Their going hence, even as their coming hither: / Ripeness is all. . . ." (_King_Lear_ 5.2) * * * * * * "Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones: / Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so / That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever! / I know when one is dead and when one lives; / She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass; / If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, / Why, then she lives." (_King_Lear_ 5.3) * * * * * * "And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! / Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, / And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, / Never, never, never, never, never! / Pray you, undo this button. . . ." (_King_Lear_ 5.3) * * * * * * "I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; / My master calls me, I must not say no." (_King_Lear_ 5.3) * * * * * * "And pity, like a naked new-born babe, / Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin horsed / Upon the sightless couriers of the air, / Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, / That tears shall drown the wind." (_Macbeth_ 1.7) * * * * * * "I have given suck, and know / how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: / I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, / And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you / Have done to this." (_Macbeth_ 1.7) * * * * * * "Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! / _Macbeth_ does murder sleep' --the innocent sleep, / Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care. . . ." (_Macbeth_ 2.2) * * * * * * MACDUFF: What three things does drink especially provoke? PORTER: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off; it persuades him and disheartens him; makes him stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him. (_Macbeth_ 2.3) * * * * * * "After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. . . ." (_Macbeth_ 3.2) * * * * * * ". . . our monuments / Shall be the maws of kites." (_Macbeth_ 3.4) * * * * * * SON: And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? LADY MACDUFF: Every one. SON: Who must hang them? LADY MACDUFF: Why, the honest men. SON: Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them. (_Macbeth_ 4.2) * * * * * * "Out, damned spot!" (_Macbeth_ 5.1) * * * * * * ". . . unnatural deeds / Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds / To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. . . ." (_Macbeth_ 5.1) * * * * * * ". . . now does he feel his title / Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe / Upon a dwarfish thief." (_Macbeth_ 5.2) * * * * * * "Therein the patient / Must minister to himself." (_Macbeth_ 5.3) * * * * * * SEYTON: The queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETH: She should have died hereafter; / There would have been a time for such a word. / To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, / To the last syllable of recorded time; / And all our yesterdays have lighted fools / The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! / Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more: it is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound of fury, / Signifying nothing. (_Macbeth_ 5.5) * * * * * * "My salad days, / When I was green in judgement. . . ." (_A&C_ 1.5) * * * * * * "First mend my company; take away thyself." (_TofA_ 4.3) * * * * * * ". . . wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?" (_TofA_ 5.1) * * * * * * "I have drunk, and seen the spider." (_WT_ 2.1) * * * * * * ". . . if all the world could have seen't, the woe had been universal." (_WT_ 5.2) * * * * * * "Your tale, sir, would cure deafness." (_The_Tempest_ 1.2) * * * * * * "You taught me language; and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse." (_The_Tempest_ 1.2) * * * * * * "Remember / First to possess his books; for without them / He's but a sot, as I am. . . ." (_The_Tempest_ 3.2) * * * * * * "We are such stuff / As dreams are made on; and our little life / Is rounded with a sleep." (_The_Tempest_ 4.1) * * * * * * "O brave new world, / That has such people in't!" (_The_Tempest_ 5.1) * * * * * * ". . . this thing of darkness I / Acknowledge mine." 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