Quotations from Shakespeare, a collection of passages selected and arranged by E. Routledge |
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... fortune ; but to read and write , comes by nature . — Act 3 , Sc . 3 . Dog . If you meet a thief , you may suspect him , by virtue of your office , to be no true man ; and , for such kind of men , the less you meddle or make with them ...
... fortune ; but to read and write , comes by nature . — Act 3 , Sc . 3 . Dog . If you meet a thief , you may suspect him , by virtue of your office , to be no true man ; and , for such kind of men , the less you meddle or make with them ...
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... Fortune in good terms , In good set terms , and yet a motley fool . ' Good morrow , fool , ' quoth I. ' No , sir , ' quoth he , ' Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune : ' And then he drew a dial from his poke , And ...
... Fortune in good terms , In good set terms , and yet a motley fool . ' Good morrow , fool , ' quoth I. ' No , sir , ' quoth he , ' Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune : ' And then he drew a dial from his poke , And ...
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... fortune means to men most good , She looks upon them with a threatening eye . Pand . The hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him , Act 3 , Sc . 4 . And kiss the lips of unacquainted change . — Act 3 , Sc . 4 . Sal . Therefore ...
... fortune means to men most good , She looks upon them with a threatening eye . Pand . The hearts Of all his people shall revolt from him , Act 3 , Sc . 4 . And kiss the lips of unacquainted change . — Act 3 , Sc . 4 . Sal . Therefore ...
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... fortunes , fall away Anne . Like water from ye , never found again But where they mean to sink ye . — Act 2 , Sc . I. Verily , I swear , ' tis better to be lowly born , And range with humble livers in content , Than to be perk'd up in a ...
... fortunes , fall away Anne . Like water from ye , never found again But where they mean to sink ye . — Act 2 , Sc . I. Verily , I swear , ' tis better to be lowly born , And range with humble livers in content , Than to be perk'd up in a ...
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... fortune ; for in her ray and brightness The herd hath more annoyance by the brize Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks , And flies fled under shade , why , then the thing of courage ...
... fortune ; for in her ray and brightness The herd hath more annoyance by the brize Than by the tiger ; but when the splitting wind Makes flexible the knees of knotted oaks , And flies fled under shade , why , then the thing of courage ...
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Seite 108 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Seite 43 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 141 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it ; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Seite 110 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Seite 120 - gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Seite 79 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Seite 145 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 33 - 11 begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Seite 148 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 108 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.