I Know Myself Know; And I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.
- William Shakespeare
When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men’s Eyes… Haply I Think On Thee, And Then My State, Like To The Lark At Break Of Day Arising From Sullen Earth, Sings Hymns At Heaven’s Gate; For Thy Sweet Love Remember’d Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.
Time’s Glory Is To Calm Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood And Bring Truth To Light, To Stamp The Seal Of Time In Aged Things, To Wake The Morn Of Sentinel The Night, To Wrong The Wronger Till He Render Right, To Ruinate Proud Buildings With Thy Hour And Smear With Dust Their Glittering Golden Towers.
I Hold Ambition Of So Light A Quality That Is Is But A Shadow’s Shadow.
There’s Daggers In Men’s Smiles.
The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!
I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm’d To Suffer With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.
Knowing I Lov’d My Books, He Furnish’d Me From Mine Own Library With Volumes That I Prize Above My Dukedom.
How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man!
Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.
Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.
Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion’s Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Hearts Core.
Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.
I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.
Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.
Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow’s Eye, Steal Me Awhile From Mine Own Company.
How Absolute The Knave Is! We Must Speak By The Card, Or Equivocation Will Undo Us.
True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow’s Wings; Kings It Makes Gods, And Meaner Creatures Kings.
When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.
This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.
Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch’d, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.
Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men.
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man’s Ingratitude.
The World’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.
The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.
Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat, Sleek-Headed Men, And Such As Sleep O’ Nights: Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look; He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.
The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.
Even As One Heat Another Heat Expels, Or As One Nail By Strength Drives Out Another, So The Remembrance Of My Former Love Is By A Newer Object Quite Forgotten.
Ambition, The Soldier’s Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.
Time’s The King Of Men; He’s Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.
If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.
Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.
But Wonder On, Till Truth Makes All Things Plain.
A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!
Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity, Which, Like A Toad, Though Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In Its Head.
Every Why Hath A Wherefore.
The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.
Be Check’d For Silence, But Never Tax’d For Speech.
A Thought Which, Quarter’d, Hath But One Part Wisdom And Ever Three Parts Coward.
My Love Is Strengthen’d, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner’s Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.
Shake Off This Downy Sleep, Death’s Counterfeit, And Look On Death Itself.
My Words Fly Up, My Thoughts Remain Below:Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.
Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed: Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.
Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-Told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.
By This Marriage, All Little Jealousies, Which Now Seem Great , And All Great Fears, Which Now Import Their Dangers Would Then Be Nothing.
Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman’s Nay Doth Stand For Naught.
How Comes It, That Thou Art Then Estranged From Thyself?
I Do Know Of These That… Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.
If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.
Follow me on twitter here.