Emotions and Feelings

Clean starved for a look.

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear times’ waste.

Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee.

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries.

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries.

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy.

I wear not My dagger in my mouth.

Society is no comfort To one not sociable.

Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world.

The sad companion, dull-ey’d melancholy.

Thou hast done a deed whereat valor will weep.

If you have writ your annals true, ’tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter’d your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it.

They’ll give him death by inches.

O! a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

First Guard: … Charmian, is this well done? Charmian: It is well done, and fitting for a princess Descended of so many royal kings. 51

Let’s do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us.

Sometimes we see a cloud that’s dragonish; A vapor sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon ’t.

The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

To business that we love we rise betime, And go to ’t with delight.