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I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it; / Love always makes those eloquent that have it (II.71-2).
Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S Eliot
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Love is a golden bubble full of dreams,
That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes.
---From “Hero and Leander, Sestiad III
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?
I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thou
Or any man that breathes on earth.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
William Shakespeare
But what is he whom rule and empery
Have not in life or death made miserable?
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Things senseless live by art, and rational die
By rude contempt of art and industry.
--Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Yet should there hover in their restless heads
One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,
Which into words no virtue can digest.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
A little more than kin, a little less than kind.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771–72)
----Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. 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;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
----William Shakespeare
Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One, two; why, then ‘tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him? The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?—What, will these hands ne’er be clean?—No more o’that, my lord, no more o’that: you mar all with this starting. Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, oh, oh!
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
What piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
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:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
---William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's
O, brave new world
that has such people in't!
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
All's well that ends well.
William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well
Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
Women may fall when there's no strength in men.
Act II
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.
---W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.
---William Butler Yeats
Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good we oft might win,
by fearing to attempt.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
---(Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven)
W.B. Yeats
Than you'll see the world as it is : infinte.
---William Blake
I must lie down where all the ladders start, in the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
---William Butler Yeats
There is another world, but it is in this one.
---William Butler Yeats
I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.
----William Butler Yeats
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
---William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
---William Butler Yeats
To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.
----William Blake
If you have form'd a Circle to go into, / Go into it yourself & see how you would do.
----William Blake
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
----William Wordsworth