Emotions and Feelings

Poor Tom’s a-cold.

Pillicock sat on Pillicock-hill: Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!

O! that way madness lies; let me shun that.

I am a man More sinn’d against than sinning.

I am a man More sinn’d against than sinning.

I will be the pattern of all patience.

I will be the pattern of all patience.

A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man.

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world! Crack nature’s molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world! Crack nature’s molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I’ll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I’ll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.

Let not women’s weapons, waterdrops, Stain my man’s cheeks!

Necessity’s sharp pinch!

That sir which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm.

Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow! Thy element’s below.

Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow! Thy element’s below.

Fortune, good night, smile once more; turn thy wheel!

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is To have a thankless child!

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show’st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster.

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.