Society and the World

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.

All is not well; I doubt some foul play.

To persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness; ’tis unmanly grief: It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient.

Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week.

This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day.

Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.

But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please.

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion.

Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion.

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?

One out of suits with fortune.

O Julius Caesar! thou art mighty yet! Thy spirit walks abroad, and turns our swords In our own proper entrails.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm’d so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.

An itching palm.

Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Great Caesar fell. O! what a fall was there, my countrymen; Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish’d over us.

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war.

Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!”

Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, “Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!”

Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father’d and so husbanded?