Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
So. Lie there, my art.
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.
She will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her.
Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
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. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I h...
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...
At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
Then to the elements be free...
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in. You rub the sore When you should bring the plaster.
Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.
GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! ANT. The ground indeed is tawny. SEB. With an eye of green in 't. ANT. He misses not much. SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...
You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[...] What cares these roarers for the name of king?
