''O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults,
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!''
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''O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults,
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!''
''Keep this man safe;
Give him all kindness. I had rather have
Such men my friends than enemies.''
''Beatrice. I am stuffed, cousin, I cannot smell.
Margaret. A maid, and stuffed! There's goodly catching of cold.''
''Bottom. What is Pyramus? A lover or a tyrant?
Quince. A lover that kills himself, most gallant, for love.
Bottom. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes.''
''I as free forgive you
As I would be forgiven: I forgive all.''
''Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod, and the dilated spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbèd ice;
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling—'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathèd worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.''
''Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine than the physician.''
''Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content.''
'So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too—
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out—
And take upon 's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies.''
''Let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But shift away.''