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Death is the veil which those who live call life;
They sleep, and it is lifted.
----Percy Bysshe Shelley: Prometheus Unbound
fools that will laugh on earth, must weep in hell
--Marlowe Christopher, Fausto: Drama
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I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows; let it suffice
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe, Hero & Leander
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
William Shakespeare, Richard III
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If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe, Complete Poems
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You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should
sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.
William Shakespeare, Henry V
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Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed in one self place, but where we are is hell, and where hell is, there must we ever be; and, to be short, when all the world dissolves and every creature shall be purify’d,
all places shall be hell that is not heaven. - Philly Boy
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
---William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet Grace must still look so.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
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Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
---William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
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To die, - To sleep, - To sleep!
Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
Yeats William B.
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Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
---Alfred Tennyson
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I lay them at your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.
---William Butler Yeats
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My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Tennyson, Maud
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It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last -- far off -- at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
Verse VI
Alfred Tennyson
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Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those who are not entirely beautiful.
---William Butler Yeats
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Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody poor.
Mercy no more could be,
If all were happy as we.
---William Blake
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The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.
----W.B. Yeats
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Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
---W.B. Yeats, Dyland Thomas T.S. Eliot
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He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
---William Blake
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When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
---W.B. Yeats
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