"At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows."
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"His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth"
"King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. Suffolk: No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protectors hawks do tower so well; They know their masters loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Gloucester: My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar."
"If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage."
"One sees more devils than vast hell can hold"
"How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!"
"Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!"
"Be not afraid of greatness."
"Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves."
"The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know some nurture."
"Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!"
"After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further."
"Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!"
"Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing."
"By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes."
"The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of beasts."
"The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King."
"Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie."
"All the world's a stage."
"And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony."