William Shakespeare

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

You are an alchemist; make gold of that.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.

Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves.