Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, The woman will be out. โ Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.
William ShakespeareYour worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
William ShakespeareI will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyesโand moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncleโs.
William ShakespeareFor night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
William Shakespeare