William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 78
There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would.
Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead!
They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.