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?… Continue reading William Shakespeare
As flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods, They kill us for their sport. — William Shakespeare, King Lear, Act IV, Scene i
We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves. —William Shakespeare, King Lear, Act I Scene ii
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act I Scene i
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act… Continue reading William Shakespeare
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it, And nothing is at a like goodness still, For goodness, growing to a plurisy, Dies in his own too much. — William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act IV, Scene vii
Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend. — Christopher Marlowe, Dido. Act I, Scene i.