Emotions and Feelings

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought!

O polish’d perturbation! golden care! That keep’st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night!

We ready are to try our fortunes To the last man.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! 21 Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember’d knolling a departing friend.

Who lin’d himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam’s curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burn’d.

Why, then the world’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.

A Daniel, still say I; a second Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip.

I have a daughter; Would any of the stock of Barabbas Had been her husband rather than a Christian!

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Thou call’dst me dog before thou hadst a cause, But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper.

How all the other passions fleet to air, As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac’d despair, And shuddering fear, and green-ey’d jealousy.

How all the other passions fleet to air, As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac’d despair, And shuddering fear, and green-ey’d jealousy.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply.

There’s something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.

There’s something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.