When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Mark it, nuncle. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore And keep in-a-door, And thou sh...
He’s mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.
Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
Mum, mum, He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, Weary of all, shall want some.
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.
GLOUCESTER Now, good sir, what are you? EDGAR A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity.
Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to th'poor.
I am even The natural fool of fortune.
That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain Which are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebel, Being oil t...
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves...
I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.
