Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
William ShakespeareRead
Topic
12 quotes
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
Full fathom five thy father lies;_x000D_ Of his bones are coral made;_x000D_ Those are pearls that were his eyes;_x000D_ Nothing of him that doth fade,_x000D_ But doth suffer a sea-change_x000D_ Into something rich and strange._x000D_ Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:_x000D_ Ding-dong._x000D_ Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Like one _x000D_ _x000D_ Who having into truth, by telling of it, _x000D_ _x000D_ Made such a sinner of his memory, _x000D_ _x000D_ To credit his own lie.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated _x000D_ _x000D_ To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
What seest thou else_x000D_ _x000D_ In the dark backward and abysm of time?
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.