A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!— William Shakespeare
Wonderful Gonzalo From Tempest quotations
Full fathom five thy father lies
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange
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.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.