Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Twelfth night


“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”

“This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”

“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.”

“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”

“Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.”

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

“My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.”

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume”

“thus with a kiss I die”

“Be not afraid of greatness.”

“By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
And that no woman has, nor never none
Shall mistress be of it save I alone.”

“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”

The battle for Anne Hathaway's cottage: Builders plan 800 homes where Shakespeare came wooing

Standing in tranquil gardens and orchards, Anne Hathaway’s cottage provided an idyllic setting for William Shakespeare to court his future wife.
But a tempest is brewing around the 16th century thatched farmhouse after developers were given permission to build up to 800 homes, a 1.3-mile road, school, shops, business units and a health centre on land as close as  238 yards to the immaculately preserved tourist attraction and its grounds.
The Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, which owns the historic cottage, yesterday said it was ‘extremely disappointed’ with the decision by Communities Secretary Eric Pickles to rubber-stamp the plans, which it said would do ‘irreversible harm’ to the setting of the property.



Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The Tempest

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“What's past is prologue.”

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”

“O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!”

“ brave new world
that has such people in't!”

“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.”

“This thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.”

“Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.”

“Thought is free.”

“Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.”

“Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.”

“You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse”

“I am your wife if you will marry me.
If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow
You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.”

“Good wombs have borne bad sons."

“I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.”

“I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!”

“Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.”

“Thou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.”

An autobiography by William Shakespeare

Anonymous hits theaters on September 30th, 2011.

Cast: Rhys Ifans, Xavier Samuel, David Thewlis, Vanessa Redgrave, Jamie Campbell Bower, Joely Richardson, Derek Jacobi, Tom Wlaschiha, Edward Hogg, Sebastian Armesto, Rafe Spall

          Set in the political snake-pit of Elizabethan England, Anonymous speculates on an issue that has for centuries intrigued academics and brilliant minds ranging from Mark Twain and Charles Dickens to Henry James and Sigmund Freud, namely: who was the author of the plays credited to William Shakespeare? Experts have debated, books have been written, and scholars have devoted their lives to protecting or debunking theories surrounding the authorship of the most renowned works in English literature. Anonymous poses one possible answer, focusing on a time when cloak-and-dagger political intrigue, illicit romances in the Royal Court, and the schemes of greedy nobles hungry for the power of the throne were exposed in the most unlikely of places: the London stage.

Monday, July 22, 2013

As You Like It by William Shakespeare (Quotes)


As You Like It Quotes
“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.”

“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.”

“Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”

“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so
ordinary that the whippers are in love too.”

“Sweet are the uses of adversity
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.”

“All the world's a stage.”

“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

“I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.”

“Love is merely a madness.”

“But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.”

“I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
Why, so am I. We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable.”

“Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.”

“Men are April when they woo, December when they wed...”

“Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat;
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.”

“Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.”

“It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.”

“Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.”

“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.”

“My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.”

“Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.”

“It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance”

“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”

“I'll have no husband, if you be not he.”

“All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances”

“Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.”

“We that are true lovers run into strange capers.”

“Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run inot,
Thou has not loved.
Of if thou has't not sat as I do now,
Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise,
Thou has not loved.
Of if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou has not loved. (Silvius)”

“Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history,
is second childishness and mere oblivion.
I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”



Hamlet

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

“To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...”

“Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.”

“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.”

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”

“Sweets to the sweet.”

“One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. ”

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!”

“This above all: to thine own self be true.”

“Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.”

“To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.”

“I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.”

“Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.”

“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.”

“To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.”

“This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

“I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.”

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

“The rest, is silence.” 

“Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting 
That would not let me sleep.” 

“To be or not to be that is the question.” 

“There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.” 

“If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.” 

“Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.” 

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, 
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.” 

“Remember me.” 

A Midsummer Night's Dream


“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”

“My soul is in the sky.”

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.”

“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”

“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.”

“Love's stories written in love's richest books.
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.”

“O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”

“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.”

“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.”

“Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.”

“So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.”

“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!”

“I'll follow thee and make a heaven out of hell,
To die by your hand which I love so well.”

“Yet but three come one more.
Two of both kinds make up four.
Ere she comes curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad.
Thus to make poor females mad.”

“Up and down, up and down
I will lead them up and down
I am feared in field in town
Goblin, lead them up and down”


“For you, in my respect, are all the world; Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?"

“Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.”

“If we shadows have offended,
Know but this and all is mended.
That you have but slumbered here,
While these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding, but a dream.”

“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.”

All's Well That Ends Well


“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” 

“Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.” 

“Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope.” 

“A young man married is a man that's marred.” 

“It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ’Tis too cold a companion: away with ’t!” 

“Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.” 

“Tis a commodity that will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with ’t, while ’tis vendible; answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now.” 

“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.”