The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact.
Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of our unlawful intents?
Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreaks, His fits, his frenzy, and his bitterness?
Agamemnon is a fool, Achilles is a fool, Thersites is a fool, and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
..whether tis nobler in the hive to suffer the stings and and arrows of outrageous fortune...
I do love nothing in the world so well as you-is not that strange?
O, wither’d is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fall’n!
Moby Dick@mobydickatsea.bsky.social · 5d agoit was Moby Dick that dismasted me
What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell’d?
FIRST LORD In the meantime, what hear you of these wars? SECOND LORD I hear there is an overture of peace. FIRST LORD Nay, I assure you a peace concluded.
First, her bedchamber (Where I confess I slept not, but profess Had that was well worth watching)
Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Am I so round with you, as you with me, That like a football you do spurn me thus?
I cannot tell if to depart in silence, Or bitterly to speak in your reproof, Best fitteth my degree or your condition.
Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s, Thy God’s, and truth’s; then if thou fall’st, O Cromwell, Thou fall’st a blessed martyr!
"After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further." h/t @shakespeare.lol
What man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?