pull down to refresh
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
T.S. Eliot, Prufrock and Other Observations
It's not wise to violate the rules until you know how to observe them.
T.S. Eliot
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
T.S. Eliot
And later times thinges more vnknowne shall show.
Why then should witlesse man so much misweene
That nothing is but that which he hath seene?
What if within the Moones fayre shining sphere,
What if in euery other starre vnseene
Of other worldes he happily should heare?
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
that's not what I meant at all... that's not it at all.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the rose garden. My words echo
thus, in your mind
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside; and, with all its elements alike, every sphere is opaque to the others which surround it. . . . In brief, regarded as an existence which appears in a soul, the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.
T.S. Eliot
Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.
Christopher Marlowe
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
T. S. Eliot
a mortal thing so to immortalize
Edmund Spenser
What have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
Let therefore nought that great is, therein glorie, / Sith so small thing his happiness may varie.
Edmund Spenser, Complaints, Containing
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit,
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Christoper Marlowe, The Tragical History
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song.
Edmund Spenser
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
GOE, little booke: thy selfe present,
As child whose parent is unkent,
To him that is the president
Of noblesse and of chevalree:
Edmund Spenser, Edmund Spenser
It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
William Shakespeare, Othello
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate.
Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander
If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burnèd is Apollo's laurel-bough,
That sometime grew within this learnèd man.
Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus
Some rise by sin, and some by virtues fall.
William Shakespeare
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
Christopher Marlowe
O, full of scorpions is my mind!
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leaped out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half an hour old, and ever since I have run up and down the world, with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal. I was born in hell - and look to it, for some of you shall be my father.
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
And nothing is, but what is not.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth
The mightiest kings have had their minions; Great Alexander loved Hephaestion, The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept; And for Patroclus, stern Achilles drooped. And not kings only, but the wisest men: The Roman Tully loved Octavius, Grave Socrates, wild Alcibiades.
Christopher Marlowe, Edward II
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
----William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
A man had given all other bliss,
And all his worldly worth for this
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson