Emotions and Feelings

O! the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself: Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond.

I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.

The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones: Had I your tongues and eyes, I’d use them so That heaven’s vaults should crack. She’s gone forever.

Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

Mine enemy’s dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire.

Mine enemy’s dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Ay, every inch a king.

The wren goes to ’t, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

The worst is not, So long as we can say, “This is the worst.”

The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.

Out, vile jelly!

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.