Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides,... and, while the fight waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,... And therefore are they very dangerous.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,... Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, whiles memory holds a seat... In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,... And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his blood with me... Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood.... Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,... Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in 't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile. Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the' island.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There have been, Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;... And many a man there is, even at this present, Now while I speak this, holds his wife by th' arm, That little thinks she has been sluiced in 's absence And his pond fished by his next neighbor, by Sir Smile, his neighbor. Nay, there's comfort in 't Whiles other men have gates and those gates opened, As mine, against their will. Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »