William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 82
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid.
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
There is no creature loves me; And if I die, no soul will pity me.