You Be the Judge
Some of my detractors have compared me unfavorably with Shakespeare. Well, theyre certainly entitled to their opinion. I think I turn a pretty good phrase; but Shakespeare is undeniably good too. The obvious way to settle this dispute is to quote some of his stuff and let the reading public judge for themselves.
Good night, sweet prince; An ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own; O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow; Your if is the only peace-maker; much virtue in
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke; For I am nothing if not critical; Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise; The evil that men do lives after them; smooth as monumental alabaster; the insane root That takes the reason prisoner; alms for oblivion; the surly sullen bell; mischief, thou art afoot; I am giddy, expectation whirls me round; wise enough to play the fool; Hear you this Triton of the minnows; And with old woes new wail my dear times waste.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges; the kings English; like patience on a monument; One writ with me in sour misfortunes book; If music be the food of love, play on; And art made tongue-tied by authority; A local habitation and a name; misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows; I understand a fury in your words, But not the words; the worlds mine oyster; O most lame and impotent conclusion.
Speak low, if you speak love; cunningst pattern of excelling nature; A Daniel come to judgment! so light a foot Will neer wear out the evelasting flint; To be wise, and love, Exceeds mans might; Present mirth hath present laughter; Desiring this mans art, and that mans scope; I am a feather for each wind that blows; russet yeas and honest kersey noes; the chronicle of wasted time; Silence is the perfectest herald of joy.
Othellos occupations gone; this other Eden, demi-paradise; Come not between the dragon and his wrath; Bring forth men-children only; Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desirst; There is a tide in the affairs of men; a scurvy politician; Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war; What! Will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Is it a world to hide virtues in? a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles; A little touch of Harry in the night.
My library Was dukedom large enough; midsummer madness; Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; made myself a motley to the view; These blessed candles of the night; This precious stone set in the silver sea; full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing; fit for treasons stratagems, and spoils; The first thing we do, lets kill all the lawyers.
O tigers heart wrapped in a womans hide! After lifes fitful fever he sleeps well; Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice; Few love to hear the sins they love to act; Antony, that revels long o nights, Is notwithstanding up; There is a world elsewhere; Eating the bitter bread of banishment; a man can die but once; we owe God a death; Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care; And seem a saint when most I play the devil; Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed; Absent thee from felicity a while; Golden lads and girls; Write sorrow in the bosom of the earth.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece; A largess universal, like the sun; the be-all and the end-all; Whats past is prologue; God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man; Not a mouse stirring; We have heard the chimes at midnight; He that dies pays all debts; Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncles; Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely ripped; Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say; a blinkiing idiot; The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! devouring Time; He thinks too much; such men are dangerous; Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? The world is still deceived with ornament; as patient as the female dove; silken, sly, insinuating Jacks; We must not make a scarecrow of the law; Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear; Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Well, there you have it. A fair sampling, I think. Please dont judge him too harshly.
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