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Forbid me not to weep; he was my father;
And, had you lov'd him half so well as I,
You could not bear his death thus patiently.
Christopher Marlowe
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Thus Time, and all-states-ordering Ceremony
Had banished all offense: Time’s golden thigh
Upholds the flowery body of the earth
In sacred harmony, and every birth
Of men and actions makes legitimate,
Being used aright. The use of time is Fate.
---From “Hero and Leander, Sestiad III
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
This tottered ensign of my ancestors
Which swept the desert shore of that dead sea
Whereof we got the name of Mortimer,
Will I advance upon these castle-walls.
Drums, strike alarum, raise them from their sport,
And sing aloud the knell of Gaveston!
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.
William Shakespeare, Othello
Listen to many, speak to a few.
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Wiliam Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
---William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
William Shakespeare , Julius Caesar
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
William Shakespeare, King Henry V
Brevity is the soul of wit.
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
I will drink life to the lees.
---Alfred Tennyson
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Tis a morning pure and sweet,
And a dewy splendour falls
On the little flower that clings
To the turrets and the walls;
'Tis a morning pure and sweet,
And the light and shadow fleet;
She is walking in the meadow,
And the woodland echo rings;
In a moment we shall meet;
She is singing in the meadow,
And the rivulet at her feet
Ripples on in light and shadow
To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Maud
Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide.
W.B. Yeats
Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
---Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.
---William Butler Yeats
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress
---W.B. Yeats
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
---William Butler Yeats
The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
----William Blake
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;...
----W.B. Yeats
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
---William Butler Yeats
Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear.
---W.B. Yeats
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
---William Blake
There are no strangers, only friends you have not met yet.
---William Butler Yeats
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
---William Blake
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
-----William Butler Yeats
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
---William Blake
A dead body revenges not injuries.
---William Blake
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
----William Blake
Thou art a man
God is no more
Thy own humanity
Learn to adore
---William Blake
A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.
A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.
----William Blake
The cut worm forgives the plow.
---William Blake
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine
A being breathing thoughtful breath
A traveler betwixt life and death
The reason firm the temperate will
Endurance Foresight Strength and skill
----William Wordsworth
A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.
---William Blake
Morning, noon & bloody night,
Seven sodding days a week,
I slave at filthy WORK, that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak.
This goes on until I kick the bucket.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT
---Philip Larkin
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
---William Blake
If living sympathy be theirs
And leaves and airs,
The piping
breeze and dancing tree
Are all alive and glad as we:
Whether this be
truth or no
I cannot tell, I do not know;
Nay--whether now I reason
well,
I do not know, I cannot tell.
----William Wordsworth
This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
----William Blake
Truth I pursued,as Fancy sketch'd the way,
And wiser men than I went worse astray.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge