Emotions and Feelings

They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much.

Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them?

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions.

I am not in the roll of common men.

By heaven methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac’d moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks.

Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!

O! the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corpse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

You tread upon my patience.

So shaken as we are, so wan with care.

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.

Tempt not a desperate man.

The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Past hope, past cure, past help!

Past hope, past cure, past help!

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.

O! I am Fortune’s fool.

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.