a kind Of excellent dumb discourse
William Shakespeare
The Tempest
a kind Of excellent dumb discourse
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
William Shakespeare
Ariel (singing): 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.
William Shakespeare
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
William Shakespeare
Miranda: There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
William Shakespeare
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
William Shakespeare
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind
William Shakespeare
like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie
William Shakespeare
Prospero: my library Was dukedom large enough
William Shakespeare
We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
William Shakespeare
He that dies pays all debts.
William Shakespeare
misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
William Shakespeare
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
William Shakespeare