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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can 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. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. read more
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. -Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3.
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. read more
This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and read more
There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Another lean unwashed artificer. -King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in read more
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1.
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee read more
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.