A blind man can’t forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight.
Things growing to themselves are growth’s abuse:
Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty;
Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow…a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
I wish you all joy of the worm.
Antony and Cleopatra Act 5, Scene 2
Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know’t.- No more of that.-I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but,
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
Yet, fortune cannot recompense me better
Than to die well, and not my master’s debtor.