You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face
William ShakespeareWere such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?
You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[...] What cares these roarers for the name of king?
William ShakespeareTags: shakespeare the-tempest
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...
Tags: shakespeare sleep the-tempest
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man revenue.
Mere prattle without practice
William ShakespeareTags: talk-is-cheap prattle
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a piece of valiant dust?
William ShakespeareTags: humourosly-inspirational
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
William ShakespeareTags: shakespeare much-ado-about-nothing beatrice foul-words
No, for then we should be colliers.
William ShakespeareYou are a villain!"
Iago: "You are a senator!
Tags: othello
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