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Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds do sorely ruffle; for many miles about there's scarce a bush.
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; make her laugh at that. ! Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Hamlet at V, i)
Love |
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits? MALVOLIO: Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art. FESTE: But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in your wits than a fool. Twelfth Night, Act iv, Scene 2
And now, my honey love, Will we return unto thy father's house And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats and caps and golden rings, With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things; With scarfs and fans and double change of brav'ry, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry. The Taming of the Shrew (Petruchio at IV, iii)
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester, 'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.' And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste. The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (York at II, iv)
Better |
And now this pale swan in her watery nest begins the sad dirge of her certain ending.
Any bar, any cross, any impediment will be medicinable to me.
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, the better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.
Soul |
And now what rests but that we spend the time with stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, such as befits the pleasure of the court? Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. Henry VI, Part III, Act v, Scene 7
ALONSO: What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! : Marvelous sweet music! The Tempest, Act iii, Scene 3
Will |
Angelo, there is a kind of character in thy life, that to th' observer doth thy history fully unfold.
Will |
And that which should accompany old age, as honour, love, obedience, troops of friends. Macbeth Act v, Scene 3