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No man inveigh against the wither'd flower,
But chide rough winter that the flower hath kill'd.
Not that devour'd, but that which doth devour,
Is worthy blame.
Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
Put on for villany; not born where 't grows,
But worn a bait for ladies.
Cymbeline (1611)
See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
The Tempest (1611)
Beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar (1599)
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Numean lion's nerve.
When I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble,
* * * *
Say, I taught thee.
Henry VIII (1613)
I drunk him to his bed,
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.
Antony and Cleopatra (1607)
Thou hast stolen both mine office and my name;
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
Yes, yes, he teaches boys the Horne-booke:
What is Ab speld backward with the horn on its head.
Love’s Labour’s Lost (1623)
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air.
Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and grey,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
Macbeth (1605)
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
I charge thee, invite them all: let in the tide
Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.
I pray thee cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve.
O, my lord,
You said that idle weeds are fast in growth:
The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
Richard III (1591)
When I would pray and think, I think and pray
To several subjects; Heaven hath my empty words.
Measure for Measure (1603)
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine.
The Rape of Lucrece (1594)
What should be spoken here, where our fate,
Hid within an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
Macbeth (1605)