By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.
I am sure care’s an enemy to life.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep
Why, so can I, or so can any man. But will they come when you do call for them?
LEONTES ~ A gross hag
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang’d, That wilt not stay her tongue.
ANTIGONUS ~ Hang all the husbands
That cannot do that feat, you’ll leave yourself Hardly one subject.
– Where is Polonius?
– In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i’ the other place yourself.
There is flattery in friendship – William Shakespeare
What, Lucius, ho!
I cannot, by the progress of the stars,
Give guess how near to day. Lucius, I say!
I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.
When, Lucius, when? awake, I say! what, Lucius!
if you can’t walk this pathway; it does not mean that there is no other pathto walk through; and still end up in the exact same end.
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat’ning the welkin with its big-swoll’n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.