Archive for the ‘William Shakespeare’ Category
Friday, April 29th, 2011
GONERIL:
I had rather lose the battle than that sister
Should loosen him and me.
ALBANY:
Our very loving sister, well be-met.
Sir, this I hear; the king is come to his daughter…
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Tags: Honesty, King Lear
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Tuesday, April 20th, 2010
I loved her most, and thought to set my rest
On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight!
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father’s heart from her! Call France; who stirs?
Call Burgundy. Cornwall and Albany…
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Tags: Anger, Dragon, King Lear
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Monday, April 5th, 2010
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him…
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Tags: Love, Rebirth, Spring
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Saturday, February 20th, 2010
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear tune’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow…
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Tags: Friendship, Loss
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Sunday, January 3rd, 2010
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summer’s time…
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Tags: Absence, Love, Winter
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Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken…
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Tags: Limitations, Marriage
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Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
CALIBAN:
Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
STEPHANO:
Ay, on mine honour.
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Tags: Thought
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Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
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Tags: Love, Sonnets, Summer
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Saturday, March 28th, 2009
…so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality…
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Tags: Gardening, Self Respect
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Friday, March 13th, 2009
I heard no letter from my master since
I wrote him Imogen was slain: ’tis strange:
Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise
To yield me often tidings: neither know I
What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Perplex’d in all. The heavens still must work…
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Tags: Fate, Luck
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Saturday, February 14th, 2009
A course more promising
Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores; most certain,
To miseries enough: no hope to help you;
But, as you shake off one, to take another:
Nothing so certain as your anchors…
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Tags: Change, Hope, Winter's Tale
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Monday, February 9th, 2009
Romeo: (Aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other…
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Tags: Love, Romeo and Juliet, Roses
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