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Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.
William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
—T.S. Eliot
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Why then should witless man so much misweene
That nothing is but that which he hath seene?
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
---Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
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If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T.S. Eliot
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He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts;
But double griefs afflict concealing harts,
As raging flames who striveth to supresse.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T.S. Eliot
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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I will show you fear in a handful of dust
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washèd it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Edmund Spenser, Amoretti And Epithalamion
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There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
T.S. Eliot.
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Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God
And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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Unreal friendship may turn to real
But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral
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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.
Edmund Spenser
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Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
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Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day.
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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You are the music while the music lasts.
T.S. Eliot
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Aye me, how many perils do enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall?
Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,
And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.
---Edmund Spenser
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If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.
T.S. Eliot
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Why should you love him whom the world hates so?
Because he love me more than all the world.
Christopher Marlowe
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We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
- The Hollow Men
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one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre
---Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
T.S. Eliot
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You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.
---William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,
And looked in:his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
Edmund Spencer, The Faerie Queene
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Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.
T.S. Eliot
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Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.
Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
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What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
T.S. Eliot
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O but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould,
And can more easily be thought, then said."
"Right so"; quoth he, "but he, that never would,
Could never: will to might gives greatest aid."
"But grief," quoth she, "does great grow displaid,
If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire."
"Despaire breedes not," quoth he, "where faith is staid."
"No faith so fast," quoth she, "but flesh does paire."
"Flesh may empaire," quoth he, "but reason can repaire.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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