To take arms against a sea of troubles.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth.
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him.
Let us kill all lawyers
To fear the worst oft cures the worst.
I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order.
I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
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 shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example?
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Would I were in an alehouse in London.
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
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