Emotions and Feelings

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.

The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

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.

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

Let’s have one other gaudy night.

Now he’ll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frighted out of fear.

Now he’ll outstare the lightning. To be furious Is to be frighted out of fear.

Celerity is never more admir’d Than by the negligent.

Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne!

Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

My man of men.