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Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
Modern Romans insisted that there was only one god, a notion that struck Alobar as comically simplistic.
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
In times of widespread chaos and confusion, it has been the duty of more advanced human beings--artists, scientists, clowns and philosophers--to create order. In times such as ours, however, when there is too much order, too much management, too much programming and control, it becomes the duty of superior men and women to fling their favorite monkey wrenches into the machinery. To relive the repression of the human spirit, they must sow doubt and disruption.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. ! Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at V, i)
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye-- Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless death,-- Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits, banning his boist'rous and unruly beast; and now the happy season once more fits that lovesick Love by pleading may be blest; for lovers say the heart hath treble wrong when it is barred the aidance of the tongue. Venus and Adonis, Scene i
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As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
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At your return visit our house; let our old acquaintance be renewed.
And he that doth the ravens feed, yea, providently caters for the sparrow, be comfort to my age! As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All many be well.
But that your royal pleasure must be done, this act is as an ancient tale new told, and in the last repeating troublesome, being urged at a time unreasonable. The Life and Death of King John, Act iv, Scene 2
Desire of having is the sin of covetousness. Twelfth Night, Act v, Scene 1
Art | Father | Perfection | Art |
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight. King Lear, Act iv, Scene 6
Do not give dalliance too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood. The Tempest, Act iv, Scene 1
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, the image of his maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, to silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, thy god's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, o cromwell, thou fall'st a blessed martyr! Serve the king; and,-prithee, lead me in: there take an inventory of all I have, to the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, and my integrity to heaven, is all i dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies. Henry VIII, Act iii, Scene 2