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William Shakespeare

King Lear

Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
That we the pain of death would hourly die
Rather than die at once!
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
If fortune brag of two she loved and hated,
One of them we behold
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks:
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em:
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;
And like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'st her
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
Gentleman

Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better way: those happy smilets,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,
If all could so become it.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
that I am wretched
Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
O dear son Edgar,
The food of thy abused father's wrath!
Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
I'ld say I had eyes again
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
The lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
EDGAR

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the king bow,
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a
horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
Take heed o' the foul fiend: obey thy parents;
keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with
man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud
array. Tom's a-cold.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
The tyranny of the open night's too rough
For nature to endure.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
The younger rises when the old doth fall.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
The art of our necessities is strange,
That can make vile things precious.
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.
I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:
When priests are more in word than matter;
When brewers mar their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors' tutors;
No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors;
When every case in law is right;
No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;
When slanders do not live in tongues;
Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;
When usurers tell their gold i' the field;
And bawds and whores do churches build;
Then shall the realm of Albion
Come to great confusion:
Then comes the time, who lives to see't,
That going shall be used with feet.
This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure
Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted8 months ago
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry
house is better than this rain-water out o' door.
Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing:
here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool.
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