| Quotes |
Topic |
| Cowards | Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' th' adage? |
| Cowards | How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk! |
| Cowards | A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. |
| Cowslips | The cowslips tall her pensioners be. In their gold coats spots you see, Those be rubies, fairy favors, In those freckles live their savors. |
| Cruelty | I must be cruel only to be kind. |
| Cruelty | See what a rent the envious Casca made. |
| Cruelty | Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect For what they have been, 'tis a cruelty To load a falling man. |
| Cruelty | Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. |
| Cuckoos | At land indeed Thou dost o'ercount me of my father's house, But since the cuckoo builds not for himself, Remain in't as thou mayst. |
| Cuckoos | And, being fed by us, you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow--did oppress our nest, . . . |
| Darkness | The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. |
| Death | Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it. |
| Immortality | When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. |
| Immortality | He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. |
| Immortality | Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. |
| Deceit | For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. |
| December | When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away? |
| Deception | For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night. |
| Delight | Man delights not me--nor woman neither, though, by your smiling you seem to say so. |
| Delight | Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain, As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth, which truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look. |
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