| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple, If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | -Gon. |
| William Shakespeare | A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | My library Was dukedom large enough. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | From the still-vexed Bermoothes. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Fill all thy bones with aches. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands, Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes, Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | -Fer. |
| William Shakespeare | I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | I would fain die a dry death. -The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Unless experience be a jewel. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
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