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Shakespeare quotes on life17 Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts But thy eternal summer Source: THE SONNETS For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life O if (I say) you look upon this verse, When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse; But let your love even with my life decay This silence for my sin you did impute, Which shall be most my glory being dumb, For I impair not beauty being mute, When others would give life, and bring a tomb There's something in't More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and, would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart Will not confess he owes the malady That doth my life besiege Tax of impudence, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame, Traduc'd by odious ballads; my maiden's name Sear'd otherwise; ne worse of worst-extended With vilest torture let my life be ended It nothing steads us To chide him from our eaves, for he persists As if his life lay on 't Think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Caesar, When thou wast here above the ground, I was A morsel Source: THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA The Queen Of audience nor desire shall fail, so she From Egypt drive her all-disgraced friend, Or take his life there I fight against thee? No! I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life If thou please To take me to thee, as I was to him I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not, I yield thee up my life Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life Come, thou mortal wretch, [To an asp, which she applies to her breast] With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the Duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him Can I not say 'I thank you'? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is nought In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life To th' market-place! You have put me now to such a part which never I shall discharge to th' life His father and I were soldiers together, to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life Exit an attendant A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger Forthwith they fly, Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, The strides they victors made; and now our cowards, Like fragments in hard voyages, became The life o' th' need For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.- Mother, good night.- Indeed, this counsellor Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life a foolish peating knave But so much was our love We would not understand what was most fit, But, like the owner of a foul disease, To keep it from divulging, let it feed Even on the pith of life Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And You must put me in your heart for friend, Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, That he which hath your noble father slain Pursued my life Who is this they follow? And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken The corse they follow did with desp'rate hand Fordo it own life To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my life I shall think the better of myself, and thee, during my life- I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince There's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life To die is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life I am sorry I should force you to believe That which I would to God I had not seen; But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state, Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath'd, To Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath beat down The never-daunted Percy to the earth, From whence with life he never more sprung up I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland, I take not on me here as a physician; Nor do I as an enemy to peace Troop in the throngs of military men; But rather show awhile like fearful war To diet rank minds sick of happiness, And purge th' obstructions which begin to stop Our very veins of life My Lord of York, it better show'd with you When that your flock, assembled by the bell, Encircled you to hear with reverence Your exposition on the holy text Than now to see you here an iron man, Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Turning the word to sword, and life to death Th' incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in So thin that life looks through, and will break out Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, To stab at half an hour of my life Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head; Only compound me with forgotten dust; Give that which gave thee life unto the worms Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before rememb'red, all our state; And- God consigning to my good intents- No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, God shorten Harry's happy life one day Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! 'Where is the life that late I led?' say they Description cannot suit itself in words To demonstrate the life of such a battle In life so lifeless as it shows itself The Church! Where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not so soon decay'd Let not your private discord keep away The levied succours that should lend him aid, While he, renowned noble gentleman, Yield up his life unto a world of odds Where is John Talbot? Pause and take thy breath; I gave thee life and rescu'd thee from death The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder, Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder O, no; forbear! For that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Albans shrine Within this half hour hath receiv'd his sight; A man that ne'er saw in his life before Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some damsons And made me climb, With danger of my life Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice, And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate; Sharp Buckingham unburdens with his tongue The envious load that lies upon his heart; And dogged York, that reaches at the moon, Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back, By false accuse doth level at my life And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest, Causeless have laid disgraces on my head, And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up My liefest liege to be mine enemy; Ay, all of you have laid your heads together- Myself had notice of your conventicles- And all to make away my guiltless life Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding; Yet do not go away; come, basilisk, And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight; For in the shade of death I shall find joy- In life but double death,'now Gloucester's dead That is to see how deep my grave is made; For with his soul fled all my worldly solace, For, seeing him, I see my life in death As surely as my soul intends to live With that dread King that took our state upon Him To free us from his Father's wrathful curse, I do believe that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice-famed Duke But see, his face is black and full of blood; His eye-balls further out than when he liv'd, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man; His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdu'd And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, That they will guard you, whe'er you will or no, From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is; With whose envenomed and fatal sting Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, They say, is shamefully bereft of life If after three days' space thou here be'st found On any ground that I am ruler of, The world shall not be ransom for thy life Ah, countrymen! if when you make your pray'rs, God should be so obdurate as yourselves, How would it fare with your departed souls? And therefore yet relent and save my life He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield, And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, Expect your Highness' doom of life or death My sons- God knows what hath bechanced them; But this I know- they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown by life or death The sands are numb'red that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end Hold, valiant Clifford; for a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life O heavy times, begetting such events! From London by the King was I press'd forth; My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man, Came on the part of York, press'd by his master; And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life, Have by my hands of life bereaved him Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave? A deadly groan, like life and death's departing Her suit is now to repossess those lands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life All good people, Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me Would all other women Could speak this with as free a soul as I do! My lords, I care not-so much I am happy Above a number-if my actions Were tried by ev'ry tongue, ev'ry eye saw 'em, Envy and base opinion set against 'em, I know my life so even Pray do my service to his Majesty; He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers While I shall have my life By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shouldst feel My sword i' the life-blood of thee else My Lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble, As you respect the common good, the state Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, Whom, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen- Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles Collected from his life Then by the lawful power that I have Thou shalt stand curs'd and excommunicate; And blessed shall he be that doth revolt From his allegiance to an heretic; And meritorious shall that hand be call'd, Canonized, and worshipp'd as a saint, That takes away by any secret course Thy hateful life I honour'd him, I lov'd him, and will weep My date of life out for his sweet life's loss time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end; My life is run his compass Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd? No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose To wage against the enmity o' th' air, To be a comrade with the wolf and owl- Necessity's sharp pinch! Return with her? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took Our youngest born, I could as well be brought To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg To keep base life afoot Caitiff, in pieces shake That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life But who comes here? My father, poorly led? World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age [aside] One way I like this well; But being widow, and my Gloucester with her, May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life Quickly send (Be brief in't) to the castle; for my writ Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all -here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come Most sacrilegious murther hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple and stole thence The life o' the building I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil to his fellow, and delight No less in truth than life The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't If it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life If anything fall to you upon this more than thanks and good fortune, by the saint whom I profess, I will plead against it with my life O my good lord! Sweet Isabel, take my part; Lend me your knees, and all my life to come I'll lend you all my life to do you service Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul, That apprehends no further than this world, And squar'st thy life according Here is a letter, lady, The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound Issuing life-blood That thou shalt see the difference of our spirit, I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it Alas, the sweet woman leads an ill life with him! He's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frampold life with him, good heart I will tell you-he beat me grievously in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know also life is a shuttle Take time to pause; and by the next new moon- The sealing-day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship- Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Diana's altar to protest For aye austerity and single life For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will, Or else the law of Athens yields you up- Which by no means we may extenuate- To death, or to a vow of single life O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life; he could not have scaped sixpence a day Then know that I as Snug the joiner am A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam; For, if I should as lion come in strife Into this place, 'twere pity on my life O, she misus'd me past the endurance of a block! An oak but with one green leaf on it would have answered her; my very visor began to assume life and scold with her O God, counterfeit? There was never counterfeit of passion came so near the life of passion as she discovers it Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing Cry shame upon her? Could she here deny The story that is printed in her blood? Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes; For, did I think thou wouldst not quickly die, Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames, Myself would on the rearward of reproaches Strike at thy life If you do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life But, Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean purpose, courage, and valor, this night show it; if thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life Further I say, and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries, And consequently, like a traitor coward, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of blood; Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me for justice and rough chastisement; And, by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot; My life thou shalt command, but not my shame Thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast! Or, if misfortune miss the first career, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom That they may break his foaming courser's back And throw the rider headlong in the lists, A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford! Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometimes brother's wife, With her companion, Grief, must end her life The sly slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile; The hopeless word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent No, my good lord; for that is not forgot Which ne'er I did remember; to my knowledge, I never in my life did look on him The proudest of you all Have been beholding to him in his life; Yet none of you would once beg for his life Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; For now he lives in fame, though not in life My babes were destin'd to a fairer death, If grace had bless'd thee with a fairer life Cousins, indeed; and by their uncle cozen'd Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life Not Romeo, Prince; he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins That almost freezes up the heat of life Out alas! she's cold, Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life Therefore they thought it good you hear a play And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, While I make way from hence to save my life [Aside] How fiery and forward our pedant is! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love Sir, at the farthest for a week or two; But then up farther, and as far as Rome; And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier Thou know'st was banish'd; for one thing she did They would not take her life Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from- Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads-is nothing but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil- For he's a bastard one-had plotted with them To take my life In vain! His service done At Lacedaemon and Byzantium Were a sufficient briber for his life Alas, kind lord! He's flung in rage from this ingrateful seat Of monstrous friends; nor has he with him to Supply his life, or that which can command it If thou wert the wolf, thy greediness would afflict thee, and oft thou shouldst hazard thy life for thy dinner Wert thou bear, thou wouldst be kill'd by the horse; wert thou a horse, thou wouldst be seiz'd by the leopard; wert thou a leopard, thou wert german to the lion, and the spots of thy kindred were jurors on thy life O you gods! Is yond despis'd and ruinous man my lord? Full of decay and failing? O monument And wonder of good deeds evilly bestow'd! What an alteration of honour Has desp'rate want made! What viler thing upon the earth than friends, Who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! How rarely does it meet with this time's guise, When man was wish'd to love his enemies! Grant I may ever love, and rather woo Those that would mischief me than those that do! Has caught me in his eye; I will present My honest grief unto him, and as my lord Still serve him with my life I thank your Majesty and her, my lord; These words, these looks, infuse new life in me [To TITUS] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life Farewell, proud Rome; till Lucius come again, He leaves his pledges dearer than his life Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, And tears will quickly melt thy life away Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house, And hither hale that misbelieving Moor To be adjudg'd some direful slaught'ring death, As punishment for his most wicked life Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious dear than life O traitor Diomed! Turn thy false face, thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set; How ugly night comes breathing at his heels; Even with the vail and dark'ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector's life is done What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life Be gone; I will not hear thy vain excuse, But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st Have some malignant power upon my life Here if thou stay thou canst not see thy love; Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life It is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they that went on crutches ere he was born desire yet their life to see him a man Good expedition be my friend, and comfort The gracious Queen, part of this theme, but nothing Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo; I will respect thee as a father, if Thou bear'st my life off hence One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose, Or I my life [Discovering himself] Mark your divorce, young sir, Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledg'd- thou a sceptre's heir, That thus affects a sheep-hook! Thou, old traitor, I am sorry that by hanging thee I can but Shorten thy life one week All my services You have paid home; but that you have vouchsaf'd, With your crown'd brother and these your contracted Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit, It is a surplus of your grace, which never My life may last to answer Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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