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  <title>Quotations from William Shakespeare</title>
  <editor>A.M. Kuchling</editor>
  <quotation id="q1" date="1590">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
      <br />
       That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q2" date="1590">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: How irksome is this music to my heart!
      <br />
       When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q3" date="1590">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
      <br />
       And after summer evermore succeeds
      <br />
       Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
      <br />
       So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q4" date="1590">
    <p>
      QUEEN MARGARET: Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
      <br />
       But great men tremble when the lion roars.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q5" date="1590">
    <p>
      YORK: Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
      <br />
       Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q6" date="1590">
    <p>
      WARWICK: Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
      <br />
       And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
      <br />
       But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q7" date="1590">
    <p>
      SUFFOLK: Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
      <br />
       I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
      <br />
       As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
      <br />
       Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
      <br />
       With full as many signs of deadly hate,
      <br />
       As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q8" date="1590">
    <p>
      SUFFOLK: I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
      <br />
       Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q9" date="1590">
    <p>
      CADE: Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for
a penny: the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops and I will make it
felony to drink small beer.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q10" date="1590">
    <p>
      DICK: The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q11" date="1590">
    <p>
      CADE: Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an
innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being
scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings: but I say,
'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was
never mine own man since.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q12" date="1590">
    <p>
      SMITH: The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and cast
accompt.
    </p>
    <p>
      CADE: O monstrous!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q13" date="1590">
    <p>
      BUCKINGHAM: Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q14" date="1590">
    <p>
      CADE: Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence
of Lord Mortimer, that I am the besom that must sweep the court clean
of such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the
youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school; and whereas, before,
our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown
and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy
face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a
verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to
hear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q15" date="1590">
    <p>
      CADE: Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
multitude?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, IV, ix</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q16" date="1590">
    <p>
      RICHARD: Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
      <br />
       Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry VI</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q17" date="1591">
    <p>
      YORK: In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
      <br />
       Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q18" date="1591">
    <p>
      RUTLAND: So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
      <br />
       That trembles under his devouring paws;
      <br />
       And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
      <br />
       And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q19" date="1591">
    <p>
      YORK: O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q20" date="1591">
    <p>
      EDWARD: Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
    </p>
    <p>
      RICHARD: Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
      <br />
       Not separated with the racking clouds,
      <br />
       But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
      <br />
       See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
      <br />
       As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
      <br />
       Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
      <br />
       In this the heaven figures some event.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q21" date="1591">
    <p>
      RICHARD: To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
      <br />
       Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q22" date="1591">
    <p>
      CLIFFORD: The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q23" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: O God! methinks it were a happy life,
      <br />
       To be no better than a homely swain;
      <br />
       To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
      <br />
       To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
      <br />
       Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
      <br />
       How many make the hour full complete;
      <br />
       How many hours bring about the day;
      <br />
       How many days will finish up the year;
      <br />
       How many years a mortal man may live.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q24" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: When this is known, then to divide the times:
      <br />
       So many hours must I tend my flock;
      <br />
       So many hours must I take my rest;
      <br />
       So many hours must I contemplate;
      <br />
       So many hours must I sport myself;
      <br />
       So many days my ewes have been with young;
      <br />
       So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean:
      <br />
       So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
      <br />
       So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
      <br />
       Pass'd over to the end they were created,
      <br />
       Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q25" date="1591">
    <p>
      SON: Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q26" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
      <br />
       Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
      <br />
       Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q27" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
      <br />
       Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
      <br />
       Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
      <br />
       A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q28" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
      <br />
       And as the air blows it to me again,
      <br />
       Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
      <br />
       And yielding to another when it blows,
      <br />
       Commanded always by the greater gust;
      <br />
       Such is the lightness of you common men.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q29" date="1591">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
      <br />
       And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
      <br />
       And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
      <br />
       And frame my face to all occasions.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q30" date="1591">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
      <br />
       I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
      <br />
       I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
      <br />
       Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
      <br />
       And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
      <br />
       I can add colours to the chameleon,
      <br />
       Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
      <br />
       And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
      <br />
       Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
      <br />
       Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q31" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING EDWARD IV: Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
      <br />
       My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q32" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING EDWARD IV: What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
      <br />
       It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q33" date="1591">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
      <br />
       Conceive when after many moody thoughts
      <br />
       At last by notes of household harmony
      <br />
       They quite forget their loss of liberty.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q34" date="1591">
    <p>
      WARWICK: Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
      <br />
       Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
      <br />
       Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
      <br />
       Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
      <br />
       And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q35" date="1591">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
      <br />
       The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, V, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q36" date="1591">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: I have no brother, I am like no brother;
      <br />
       And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
      <br />
       Be resident in men like one another
      <br />
       And not in me: I am myself alone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>3 Henry VI</cite>, V, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q37" date="1592">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: What should I say? His deeds exceed all speech:
      <br />
       He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q38" date="1592">
    <p>
      EXETER: We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q39" date="1592">
    <p>
      EXETER: Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
      <br />
       And death's dishonourable victory
      <br />
       We with our stately presence glorify,
      <br />
       Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q40" date="1592">
    <p>
      JOAN LA PUCELLE: Glory is like a circle in the water,
      <br />
       Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
      <br />
       Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q41" date="1592">
    <p>
      PLANTAGENET: I'll note you in my book of memory,
      <br />
       To scourge you for this apprehension.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q42" date="1592">
    <p>
      FIRST SERVING-MAN: I'll to the surgeon's.
    </p>
    <p>
      SECOND SERVING-MAN: And so will I.
    </p>
    <p>
      THIRD SERVING-MAN: And I will see what physic the tavern
affords.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q43" date="1592">
    <p>
      EXETER: This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
      <br />
       Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
      <br />
       And will at last break out into a flame:
      <br />
       As fester'd members rot but by degree,
      <br />
       Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
      <br />
       So will this base and envious discord breed.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q44" date="1592">
    <p>
      JOAN LA PUCELLE: You judge it straight a thing impossible
      <br />
       To compass wonders but by help of devils.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, V, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q45" date="1592">
    <p>
      SUFFOLK: For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
      <br />
       An age of discord and continual strife?
      <br />
       Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
      <br />
       And is a pattern of celestial peace.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, V, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q46" date="1592">
    <p>
      KING HENRY VI: I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
      <br />
       Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
      <br />
       As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry VI</cite>, V, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q47" date="1592">
    <p>
      VALENTINE: She shall be dignified with this high honour--
      <br />
       To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth
      <br />
       Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss
      <br />
       And, of so great a favour growing proud,
      <br />
       Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
      <br />
       And make rough winter everlastingly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Two Gentlemen of Verona</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q48" date="1592">
    <p>
      PROTEUS: O heaven! were man
      <br />
       But constant, he were perfect. That one error
      <br />
       Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
      <br />
       Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Two Gentlemen of Verona</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q49" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Now is the winter of our discontent
      <br />
       Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q50" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
      <br />
       And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
      <br />
       To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
      <br />
       He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
      <br />
       To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q51" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
      <br />
       Have no delight to pass away the time,
      <br />
       Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
      <br />
       And descant on mine own deformity.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q52" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
      <br />
       To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
      <br />
       I am determined to prove a villain.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q53" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
      <br />
       By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q54" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so,
      <br />
       That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven,
      <br />
       If heaven will take the present at our hands.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q55" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: And, if I fall not in my deep intent,
      <br />
       Clarence hath not another day to live:
      <br />
       Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
      <br />
       And leave the world for me to bustle in!
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q56" date="1593">
    <p>
      LADY ANNE: O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q57" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: But shall I live in hope?
    </p>
    <p>
      LADY ANNE: All men, I hope, live so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q58" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
      <br />
       Was ever woman in this humour won?
      <br />
       I'll have her; but I will not keep her long.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q59" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
      <br />
       And entertain some score or two of tailors,
      <br />
       To study fashions to adorn my body:
      <br />
       Since I am crept in favour with myself,
      <br />
       Will maintain it with some little cost.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q60" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
      <br />
       That I may see my shadow as I pass.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q61" date="1593">
    <p>
      QUEEN MARGARET: They that stand high have many blasts to shake
them;
      <br />
       And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q62" date="1593">
    <p>
      QUEEN MARGARET: Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
      <br />
       And he to yours, and all of you to God's!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q63" date="1593">
    <p>
      CLARENCE: Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
      <br />
       What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
      <br />
       What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
      <br />
       Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
      <br />
       Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
      <br />
       Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
      <br />
       Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
      <br />
       All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea:
      <br />
       Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes
      <br />
       Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
      <br />
       As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
      <br />
       Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,
      <br />
       And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q64" date="1593">
    <p>
      BRAKENBURY: I will not reason what is meant hereby,
      <br />
       Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q65" date="1593">
    <p>
      SECOND MURDERER: 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are
yet within me.
    </p>
    <p>
      FIRST MURDERER: Remember our reward, when the deed is done.
    </p>
    <p>
      SECOND MURDERER: 'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q66" date="1593">
    <p>
      FIRST MURDERER: Where is thy conscience now?
    </p>
    <p>
      SECOND MURDERER: In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q67" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: But he, poor soul, by your first order died,
      <br />
       And that a winged Mercury did bear:
      <br />
       Some tardy cripple bore the countermand,
      <br />
       That came too lag to see him buried.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q68" date="1593">
    <p>
      SECOND CITIZEN: I fear, I fear 'twill prove a giddy world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q69" date="1593">
    <p>
      THIRD CITIZEN: When clouds are seen, wise men put on their
cloaks;
      <br />
       When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
      <br />
       When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
      <br />
       Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
      <br />
       All may be well; but if God sort it so,
      <br />
       'Tis more than we deserve or I expect.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q70" date="1593">
    <p>
      QUEEN ELIZABETH: I see, as in a map, the end of all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q71" date="1593">
    <p>
      PRINCE EDWARD: But say, my lord, it were not register'd,
      <br />
       Methinks the truth should live from age to age,
      <br />
       As 'twere retail'd to all posterity,
      <br />
       Even to the general all-ending day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q72" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q73" date="1593">
    <p>
      CATESBY: 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
      <br />
       When men are unprepared and look not for it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q74" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: If? Thou protector of this damned strumpet,
      <br />
       Talk'st thou to me of 'ifs'? Thou art a traitor:
      <br />
       Off with his head!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q75" date="1593">
    <p>
      HASTINGS: O momentary grace of mortal men,
      <br />
       Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
      <br />
       Who builds his hopes in air of your good looks,
      <br />
       Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
      <br />
       Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
      <br />
       Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q76" date="1593">
    <p>
      BUCKINGHAM: Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
      <br />
       Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
      <br />
       Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
      <br />
       Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
      <br />
       Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
      <br />
       And both are ready in their offices,
      <br />
       At any time, to grace my stratagems.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q77" date="1593">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: And to that end we wished your lord-ship here,
      <br />
       T' avoid the censures of the carping world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q78" date="1593">
    <p>
      QUEEN ELIZABETH: Stay, yet look back with me unto the Tower.
      <br />
       Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
      <br />
       Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
      <br />
       Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
      <br />
       Rude ragged nurse, old sullen playfellow
      <br />
       For tender princes, use my babies well!
      <br />
       So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q79" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: Shall I be plain? I wish the bastards dead;
      <br />
       And I would have it suddenly perform'd.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q80" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
      <br />
       So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q81" date="1593">
    <p>
      QUEEN MARGARET: So, now prosperity begins to mellow
      <br />
       And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q82" date="1593">
    <p>
      QUEEN ELIZABETH: O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
      <br />
       And teach me how to curse mine enemies!
    </p>
    <p>
      QUEEN MARGARET: Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;
      <br />
       Compare dead happiness with living woe;
      <br />
       Think that thy babes were fairer than they were,
      <br />
       And he that slew them fouler than he is:
      <br />
       Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse:
      <br />
       Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q83" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q84" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge
      <br />
       Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
      <br />
       Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
      <br />
       Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q85" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: Let us to it pell-mell,
      <br />
       If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q86" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q87" date="1593">
    <p>
      KING RICHARD III: Slave, I have set my life upon a cast,
      <br />
       And I will stand the hazard of the die.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard III</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q88" date="1593">
    <p>
      DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: For they say every why hath a wherefore.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Comedy of Errors</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q89" date="1593">
    <p>
      ABBESS: In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest
      <br />
       To be disturbed would mad man or beast.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Comedy of Errors</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q90" date="1593">
    <p>
      ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: And thereupon these errors are arose.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Comedy of Errors</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q91" date="1593">
    <p>
      SLY: I'll not budge an inch, boy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, Induction 1</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q92" date="1593">
    <p>
      LORD: O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
      <br />
       Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, Induction 1</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q93" date="1593">
    <p>
      SLY: Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip: we
shall ne'er be younger.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, Induction 2</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q94" date="1593">
    <p>
      LUCENTIO: Here let us breathe and haply institute
      <br />
       A course of learning and ingenious studies.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q95" date="1593">
    <p>
      TRANIO: Music and poesy use to quicken you;
      <br />
       The mathematics and the metaphysics,
      <br />
       Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q96" date="1593">
    <p>
      TRANIO: No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:
      <br />
       In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q97" date="1593">
    <p>
      HORTENSIO: Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
apples.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q98" date="1593">
    <p>
      GREMIO: O this learning, what a thing it is!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q99" date="1593">
    <p>
      PETRUCHIO: And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q100" date="1593">
    <p>
      BIANCA: Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
      <br />
       To change true rules for old inventions.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q101" date="1593">
    <p>
      PETRUCHIO: This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;
      <br />
       And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q102" date="1593">
    <p>
      WIDOW: He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Taming of the Shrew</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q103" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q104" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: There greet in silence, as the dead are wont,
      <br />
       And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars!
      <br />
       O sacred receptacle of my joys,
      <br />
       Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
      <br />
       How many sons of mine hast thou in store,
      <br />
       That thou wilt never render to me more!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q105" date="1593">
    <p>
      TAMORA: O cruel, irreligious piety!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q106" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
      <br />
       Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest,
      <br />
       Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
      <br />
       Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
      <br />
       Here grow no damned drugs, here are no storms,
      <br />
       No noise, but silence and eternal sleep:
      <br />
       In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q107" date="1593">
    <p>
      MARCUS: Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
      <br />
       Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q108" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: Hear me, grave fathers! noble tribunes, stay!
      <br />
       For pity of mine age, whose youth was spent
      <br />
       In dangerous wars, whilst you securely slept;
      <br />
       For all my blood in Rome's great quarrel shed,
      <br />
       For all the frosty nights that I have watch'd,
      <br />
       And for these bitter tears, which now you see
      <br />
       Filling the agèd wrinkles in my cheeks;
      <br />
       Be pitiful to my condemnèd sons,
      <br />
       Whose souls are not corrupted as 'tis thought.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q109" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: For two and twenty sons I never wept,
      <br />
       Because they died in honour's lofty bed;
      <br />
       For these, these, tribunes, in the dust I write
      <br />
       My heart's deep languor and my soul's sad tears.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q110" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones,
      <br />
       Who though they cannot answer my distress,
      <br />
       Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
      <br />
       For that they will not intercept my tale:
      <br />
       When I do weep they humbly at my feet
      <br />
       Receive my tears and seem to weep with me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q111" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
      <br />
       A stone is soft as wax, tribunes more hard than stones:
      <br />
       A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
      <br />
       And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q112" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive
      <br />
       That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers?
      <br />
       Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey
      <br />
       But me and mine.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q113" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: What fool hath added water to the sea,
      <br />
       Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
      <br />
       My grief was at the height before thou camest,
      <br />
       And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q114" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: It was my deer; and he that wounded her
      <br />
       Hath hurt me more than had he killed me dead.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q115" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: For now I stand as one upon a rock
      <br />
       Environed with a wilderness of sea,
      <br />
       Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave,
      <br />
       Expecting ever when some envious surge
      <br />
       Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q116" date="1593">
    <p>
      MARCUS: O brother, speak with possibilities,
      <br />
       And do not break into these deep extremes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q117" date="1593">
    <p>
      TITUS: If there were reason for these miseries,
      <br />
       Then into limits could I bind my woes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q118" date="1593" content-warning="amputation">
    <p>
      TITUS: Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven,
      <br />
       Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a sign,
      <br />
       But I of these will wrest an alphabet
      <br />
       And by still practise learn to know thy meaning.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q119" date="1593">
    <p>
      MARCUS: Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
    </p>
    <p>
      TITUS: But how, if that fly had a father and mother?
      <br />
       How would he hang his slender gilded wings,
      <br />
       And buzz lamenting doings in the air!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q120" date="1593">
    <p>
      MARCUS: O, why should nature build so foul a den,
      <br />
       Unless the gods delight in tragedies?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q121" date="1593">
    <p>
      AARON: Pray to the devils; the gods have given us over.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q122" date="1593">
    <p>
      CHIRON: Thou hast undone our mother.
    </p>
    <p>
      AARON: Villain, I have done thy mother.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q123" date="1593">
    <p>
      AARON: Coal-black is better than another hue,
      <br />
       In that it scorns to bear another hue;
      <br />
       For all the water in the ocean
      <br />
       Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
      <br />
       Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q124" date="1593">
    <p>
      LUCIUS: Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?
    </p>
    <p>
      AARON: Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q125" date="1593">
    <p>
      AARON: Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
      <br />
       And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
      <br />
       Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
      <br />
       And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
      <br />
       Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
      <br />
       'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q126" date="1593">
    <p>
      LUCIUS: As for that ravenous tiger, Tamora,
      <br />
       No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weed,
      <br />
       No mournful bell shall ring her burial;
      <br />
       But throw her forth to beasts and birds to prey.
      <br />
       Her life was beastly and devoid of pity;
      <br />
       And, being dead, let birds on her take pity.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Titus Andronicus</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q127" date="1594">
    <p>
      KING: Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
      <br />
       Live register'd upon our brazen tombs
      <br />
       And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
      <br />
       When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
      <br />
       The endeavor of this present breath may buy
      <br />
       That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
      <br />
       And make us heirs of all eternity.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q128" date="1594">
    <p>
      KING: Our court shall be a little Academe,
      <br />
       Still and contemplative in living art.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q129" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: What is the end of study? let me know.
    </p>
    <p>
      KING: Why, that to know, which else we should not know.
    </p>
    <p>
      BEROWNE: Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
    </p>
    <p>
      KING: Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q130" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: Come on, then; I will swear to study so,
      <br />
       To know the thing I am forbid to know.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q131" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: Small have continual plodders ever won
      <br />
       Save base authority from others' books.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>,</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q132" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
      <br />
       That give a name to every fixed star
      <br />
       Have no more profit of their shining nights
      <br />
       Than those that walk and wot not what they are.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q133" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: So study evermore is overshot:
      <br />
       While it doth study to have what it would
      <br />
       It doth forget to do the thing it should.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q134" date="1594">
    <p>
      KING: Ay, that there is. Our court, you know, is haunted
      <br />
       A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
      <br />
       That hath a mint of phrases in his brain;
      <br />
       One whom the music of his own vain tongue
      <br />
       Doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q135" date="1594">
    <p>
      COSTARD: When would you have it done, sir?
    </p>
    <p>
      BEROWNE: This afternoon.
    </p>
    <p>
      COSTARD: Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well.
    </p>
    <p>
      BEROWNE: Thou knowest not what it is.
    </p>
    <p>
      COSTARD: I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q136" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: What, I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
      <br />
       A woman, that is like a German clock,
      <br />
       Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
      <br />
       And never going aright, being a watch,
      <br />
       But being watch'd that it may still go right!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q137" date="1594">
    <p>
      HOLOFERNES: This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a
foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects,
ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the
ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered
upon the mellowing of occasion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q138" date="1594">
    <p>
      HOLOFERNES: A good lustre of conceit in a tuft of earth; fire
enough for a flint, pearl enough for a swine. 'Tis pretty; it is well.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q139" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: From women's eyes this doctrine I derive;
      <br />
       They are the ground, the books, the academes
      <br />
       From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q140" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
      <br />
       Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q141" date="1594">
    <p>
      HOLOFERNES: He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer
than the staple of his argument.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q142" date="1594">
    <p>
      HOLOFERNES: <foreign>Via</foreign>, goodman Dull! Thou hast
spoken no word all this while.
    </p>
    <p>
      DULL: Nor understood none neither, sir.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q143" date="1594">
    <p>
      KATHARINE: He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
      <br />
       And so she died: had she been light, like you,
      <br />
       Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
      <br />
       She might ha' been a grandam ere she died:
      <br />
       And so may you; for a light heart lives long.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q144" date="1594">
    <p>
      BEROWNE: This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease,
      <br />
       And utters it again when God doth please.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q145" date="1594">
    <p>
      PRINCESS: A time, methinks, too short
      <br />
       To make a world-without-end bargain in.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q146" date="1594">
    <p>
      ROSALINE: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
      <br />
       Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
      <br />
       Of him that makes it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q147" date="1594">
    <p>
      ARMADO: The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of
Apollo. You that way: we this way.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Love's Labor's Lost</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q148" date="1595">
    <p>
      LYSANDER: You have her father's love, Demetrius;
      <br />
       Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q149" date="1595">
    <p>
      LYSANDER: The course of true love never did run smooth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q150" date="1595">
    <p>
      HERMIA: By all the vows that ever men have broke,
      <br />
       In number more than ever women spoke.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q151" date="1595">
    <p>
      HELENA: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
      <br />
       And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q152" date="1595">
    <p>
      FLUTE: Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard
coming.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q153" date="1595">
    <p>
      BOTTOM: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q154" date="1595">
    <p>
      FAIRY: Over hill, over dale,
      <br />
       Thorough bush, thorough brier,
      <br />
       Over park, over pale,
      <br />
       Thorough flood, thorough fire,
      <br />
       I do wander everywhere.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q155" date="1595">
    <p>
      FAIRY: Are not you he
      <br />
       That frights the maidens of the villagery;
      <br />
       Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern
      <br />
       And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
      <br />
       And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
      <br />
       Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q156" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: Thou speak'st aright;
      <br />
       I am that merry wanderer of the night.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q157" date="1595">
    <p>
      OBERON: Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q158" date="1595">
    <p>
      TITANIA: Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
      <br />
       As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
      <br />
       Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
      <br />
       Have every pelting river made so proud
      <br />
       That they have overborne their continents.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q159" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: I'll put a girdle round about the earth
      <br />
       In forty minutes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q160" date="1595">
    <p>
      BOTTOM: A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q161" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
      <br />
       Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
      <br />
       Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
      <br />
       A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
      <br />
       And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
      <br />
       Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q162" date="1595">
    <p>
      BOTTOM: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little
company together now-a-days.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q163" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
      <br />
       Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q164" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: I go, I go; look how I go,
      <br />
       Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q165" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: Lord, what fools these mortals be!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q166" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: And those things do best please me
      <br />
       That befall preposterously.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q167" date="1595">
    <p>
      HERMIA: Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
      <br />
       The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
      <br />
       Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
      <br />
       It pays the hearing double recompense.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q168" date="1595">
    <p>
      HELENA: And though she be but little, she is fierce.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q169" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: Damned spirits all,
      <br />
       That in crossways and floods have burial,
      <br />
       Already to their wormy beds are gone;
      <br />
       For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
      <br />
       They willfully themselves exile from light
      <br />
       And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q170" date="1595">
    <p>
      OBERON: Then, my queen, in silence sad,
      <br />
       Trip we after the night's shade:
      <br />
       We the globe can compass soon,
      <br />
       Swifter than the wandering moon.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q171" date="1595">
    <p>
      HIPPOLYTA: I never heard so musical a discord, such sweet
thunder.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q172" date="1595">
    <p>
      BOTTOM: I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past
the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go
about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is no man can tell
what. Methought I was,--and methought I had,--but man is but a patched
fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man
hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able
to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my
dream was.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q173" date="1595">
    <p>
      BOTTOM: And, most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we
are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say, it
is a sweet comedy. No more words: away! go, away!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q174" date="1595">
    <p>
      THESEUS: The lunatic, the lover and the poet
      <br />
       Are of imagination all compact:
      <br />
       One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
      <br />
       That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
      <br />
       Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q175" date="1595">
    <p>
      THESEUS: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
      <br />
       Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
      <br />
       And as imagination bodies forth
      <br />
       The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
      <br />
       Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
      <br />
       A local habitation and a name.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q176" date="1595">
    <p>
      THESEUS: Or in the night, imagining some fear,
      <br />
       How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q177" date="1595">
    <p>
      THESEUS: That is some satire, keen and critical.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q178" date="1595">
    <p>
      THESEUS: "A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
      <br />
       And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth."
      <br />
       Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief?
      <br />
       That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
      <br />
       How shall we find the concord of this discord?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>,</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q179" date="1595">
    <p>
      PHILOSTRATE: A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
      <br />
       Which is as brief as I have known a play;
      <br />
       But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
      <br />
       Which makes it tedious; for in all the play
      <br />
       There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q180" date="1595">
    <p>
      PROLOGUE: That is the true beginning of our end.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q181" date="1595">
    <p>
      DEMETRIUS: It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
discourse, my lord.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q182" date="1595">
    <p>
      THESEUS: The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
are no worse, if imagination amend them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q183" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: If we shadows have offended,
      <br />
       Think but this, and all is mended,
      <br />
       That you have but slumber'd here
      <br />
       While these visions did appear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q184" date="1595">
    <p>
      PUCK: Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
      <br />
       We will make amends ere long;
      <br />
       Else the Puck a liar call;
      <br />
       So, good night unto you all.
      <br />
       Give me your hands, if we be friends,
      <br />
       And Robin shall restore amends.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>A Midsummer Night's Dream</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q185" date="1595">
    <p>
      CHORUS: From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
      <br />
       A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q186" date="1595">
    <p>
      MONTAGUE: Away from light steals home my heavy son
      <br />
       And private in his chamber pens himself,
      <br />
       Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
      <br />
       And makes himself an artificial night.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q187" date="1595">
    <p>
      MONTAGUE: Black and portentous must this humour prove.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q188" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
      <br />
       Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
      <br />
       Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q189" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: What is it else? a madness most discreet,
      <br />
       A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q190" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q191" date="1595">
    <p>
      SERVANT: I pray, sir, can you read?
    </p>
    <p>
      ROMEO: Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
    </p>
    <p>
      SERVANT: Perhaps you have learned it without book.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q192" date="1595">
    <p>
      BENVOLIO: Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by:
      <br />
       Herself poised with herself in either eye:
      <br />
       But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
      <br />
       Your lady's love against some other maid
      <br />
       That I will show you shining at this feast,
      <br />
       And she shall scant show well that now seems best.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q193" date="1595">
    <p>
      NURSE: And then my husband -- God be with his soul,
      <br />
       A' was a merry man -- took up the child,
      <br />
       'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
      <br />
       Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit,
      <br />
       Wilt thou not, Jule?'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q194" date="1595">
    <p>
      NURSE: An honour! Were not I thine only nurse,
      <br />
       I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q195" date="1595">
    <p>
      LADY CAPULET: Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
      <br />
       And find delight writ there with beauty's pen.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q196" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: I dream'd a dream to-night.
    </p>
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: And so did I.
    </p>
    <p>
      ROMEO: Well, what was yours?
    </p>
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: That dreamers often lie.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q197" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.
      <br />
       Thou talk'st of nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q198" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: True, I talk of dreams,
      <br />
       Which are the children of an idle brain,
      <br />
       Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
      <br />
       Which is as thin of substance as the air...
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q199" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
      <br />
       Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
      <br />
       Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
      <br />
       With this night's revels and expire the term
      <br />
       Of a despised life closed in my breast
      <br />
       By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q200" date="1595">
    <p>
      CAPULET: Welcome, gentlemen. I have seen the day
      <br />
       That I have worn a visor and could tell
      <br />
       A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
      <br />
       Such as would please. 'Tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q201" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
      <br />
       It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
      <br />
       Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear --
      <br />
       Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q202" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: If I profane with my unworthiest hand
      <br />
       This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
      <br />
       My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
      <br />
       To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
    </p>
    <p>
      JULIET: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
      <br />
       Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
      <br />
       For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
      <br />
       And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q203" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: My only love sprung from my only hate.
      <br />
       Too early seen unknown, and known too late.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q204" date="1595">
    <p>
      CHORUS: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
      <br />
       Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q205" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q206" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q207" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
      <br />
       It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q208" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
      <br />
       Who is already sick and pale with grief,
      <br />
       That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q209" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
      <br />
       O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
      <br />
       That I might touch that cheek.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q210" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q211" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
      <br />
       Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
      <br />
       Belonging to a man.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q212" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: What's in a name? that which we call a rose
      <br />
       By any other name would smell as sweet.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q213" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Romeo, doff thy name,
      <br />
       And for that name which is no part of thee
      <br />
       Take all myself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q214" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls,
      <br />
       For stony limits cannot hold love out,
      <br />
       And what love can do that dares love attempt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q215" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
      <br />
       That monthly changes in her circled orb,
      <br />
       Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q216" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: I have no joy of this contract to-night:
      <br />
       It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
      <br />
       Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
      <br />
       Ere one can say 'It lightens.'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q217" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
      <br />
       My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
      <br />
       The more I have, for both are infinite.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q218" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: I would I were thy bird.
    </p>
    <p>
      JULIET: Sweet, so would I:
      <br />
       Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q219" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
      <br />
       That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q220" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
      <br />
       What is her burying grave that is her womb.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q221" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
      <br />
       In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
      <br />
       For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
      <br />
       But to the earth some special good doth give.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q222" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied;
      <br />
       And vice sometime's by action dignified.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q223" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
      <br />
       Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q224" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q225" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: Any man that can write may answer a letter.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q226" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by
nature.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q227" date="1595">
    <p>
      NURSE: I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was
so full of his ropery?
    </p>
    <p>
      ROMEO: A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and
will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q228" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
      <br />
       Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q229" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: These violent delights have violent ends
      <br />
       And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
      <br />
       Which as they kiss consume.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q230" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: The sweetest honey
      <br />
       Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
      <br />
       And in the taste confounds the appetite.
      <br />
       Therefore love moderately; long love doth so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q231" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q232" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
      <br />
       Brags of his substance, not of ornament.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, II, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q233" date="1595">
    <p>
      BENVOLIO: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
      <br />
       The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
      <br />
       And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
      <br />
       For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q234" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having
no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q235" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
      <br />
       I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q236" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: A plague o' both your houses.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q237" date="1595">
    <p>
      BENVOLIO: What, art thou hurt?
    </p>
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q238" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
    </p>
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and
you shall find me a grave man.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q239" date="1595">
    <p>
      MERCUTIO: A plague o' both your houses,
      <br />
       They have made worms' meat of me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q240" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: O, I am fortune's fool!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q241" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: So tedious is this day
      <br />
       As is the night before some festival
      <br />
       To an impatient child that hath new robes
      <br />
       And may not wear them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q242" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
      <br />
       Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q243" date="1595">
    <p>
      NURSE: There's no trust,
      <br />
       No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
      <br />
       All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q244" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: 'Romeo is banished!'
      <br />
       There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
      <br />
       In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q245" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Hence from Verona art thou banished.
      <br />
       Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q246" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
      <br />
       To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q247" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven and
earth?
      <br />
       Since birth, and heaven, and earth all three do meet
      <br />
       In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q248" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Happiness courts thee in her best array;
      <br />
       But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
      <br />
       Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
      <br />
       Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q249" date="1595">
    <p>
      CAPULET: And there an end.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q250" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
      <br />
       It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
      <br />
       That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
      <br />
       Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
      <br />
       Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q251" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
      <br />
       Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q252" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
      <br />
       For in a minute there are many days.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q253" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
      <br />
       Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
      <br />
       As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
      <br />
       Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q254" date="1595">
    <p>
      LADY CAPULET: Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
      <br />
       What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q255" date="1595">
    <p>
      LADY CAPULET: Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of
love;
      <br />
       But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q256" date="1595">
    <p>
      CAPULET: How now, how now! Chopp'd logic? What is this?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q257" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Chain me with roaring bears;
      <br />
       Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
      <br />
       O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
      <br />
       With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
      <br />
       Or bid me go into a new-made grave
      <br />
       And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
      <br />
       Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
      <br />
       And I will do it without fear or doubt,
      <br />
       To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q258" date="1595">
    <p>
      FRIAR LAURENCE: Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
      <br />
       And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
      <br />
       When presently through all thy veins shall run
      <br />
       A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
      <br />
       Shall keep his native progress, but surcease.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q259" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
      <br />
       That almost freezes up the heat of life.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q260" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q261" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Or, if I live, is it not very like,
      <br />
       The horrible conceit of death and night,
      <br />
       Together with the terror of the place,
      <br />
       As in a vault, an ancient receptacle
      <br />
       Where for these many hundred years the bones
      <br />
       Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd,
      <br />
       Where bloody Tybalt yet but green in earth
      <br />
       Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
      <br />
       At some hours in the night spirits resort --
      <br />
       Alack, alack!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q262" date="1595">
    <p>
      CAPULET: Death lies on her like an untimely frost
      <br />
       Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q263" date="1595">
    <p>
      CAPULET: Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail
      <br />
       Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q264" date="1595">
    <p>
      CAPULET: All things that we ordained festival
      <br />
       Turn from their office to black funeral:
      <br />
       Our instruments to melancholy bells,
      <br />
       Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
      <br />
       Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
      <br />
       Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
      <br />
       And all things change them to the contrary.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q265" date="1595">
    <p>
      PETER: I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; do
you note me?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q266" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess'd
      <br />
       When but love's shadows are so rich in joy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q267" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Famine is in thy cheeks,
      <br />
       Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
      <br />
       Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.
      <br />
       The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
      <br />
       The world affords no law to make thee rich;
      <br />
       Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q268" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
      <br />
       Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
      <br />
       Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q269" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: Ah, dear Juliet,
      <br />
       Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
      <br />
       That unsubstantial death is amorous,
      <br />
       And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
      <br />
       Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q270" date="1595">
    <p>
      ROMEO: O true apothecary,
      <br />
       Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q271" date="1595">
    <p>
      JULIET: Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
      <br />
       O churl. Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
      <br />
       To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
      <br />
       Haply some poison yet doth hang on them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q272" date="1595">
    <p>
      LADY CAPULET: O me! This sight of death is as a bell
      <br />
       That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q273" date="1595">
    <p>
      PRINCE: Capulet, Montague,
      <br />
       See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
      <br />
       That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q274" date="1595">
    <p>
      PRINCE: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
      <br />
       Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
      <br />
       For never was a story of more woe
      <br />
       Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Romeo and Juliet</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q275" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: The accuser and the accused freely speak:
      <br />
       High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
      <br />
       In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q276" date="1595">
    <p>
      BOLINGBROKE: Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,
      <br />
       Too good to be so and too bad to live,
      <br />
       Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
      <br />
       The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q277" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: Deep malice makes too deep incision.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q278" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;
      <br />
       Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q279" date="1595">
    <p>
      MOWBRAY: The purest treasure mortal times afford
      <br />
       Is spotless reputation: that away,
      <br />
       Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q280" date="1595">
    <p>
      GAUNT: All places that the eye of heaven visits
      <br />
       Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q281" date="1595">
    <p>
      GAUNT: O, but they say the tongues of dying men
      <br />
       Enforce attention like deep harmony:
      <br />
       Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
      <br />
       For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q282" date="1595">
    <p>
      YORK: Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity--
      <br />
       So it be new, there's no respect how vile--
      <br />
       That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q283" date="1595">
    <p>
      GAUNT: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
      <br />
       For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
      <br />
       Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
      <br />
       He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
      <br />
       With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
      <br />
       Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
      <br />
       Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q284" date="1595">
    <p>
      GAUNT: This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
      <br />
       This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
      <br />
       This other Eden, demi-paradise,
      <br />
       This fortress built by Nature for herself
      <br />
       Against infection and the hand of war,
      <br />
       This happy breed of men, this little world,
      <br />
       This precious stone set in the silver sea,
      <br />
       Which serves it in the office of a wall,
      <br />
       Or as a moat defensive to a house,
      <br />
       Against the envy of less happier lands,
      <br />
       This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
      <br />
       This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q285" date="1595">
    <p>
      YORK: Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
      <br />
       Where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q286" date="1595">
    <p>
      YORK: But time will not permit: all is uneven,
      <br />
       And every thing is left at six and seven.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q287" date="1595">
    <p>
      NORTHUMBERLAND: These high wild hills and rough uneven ways
      <br />
       Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q288" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: His treasons will sit blushing in his face,
      <br />
       Not able to endure the sight of day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q289" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
      <br />
       Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
      <br />
       Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q290" date="1595">
    <p>
      For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
      <br />
       And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
      <br />
       How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
      <br />
       Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
      <br />
       Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
      <br />
       All murder'd ...
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q291" date="1595">
    <p>
      SCROOPE: Men judge by the complexion of the sky
      <br />
       The state and inclination of the day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q292" date="1595">
    <p>
      SCROOPE: I play the torturer, by small and small
      <br />
       To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q293" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: Thus play I in one person many people,
      <br />
       And none contented: sometimes am I king,
      <br />
       Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
      <br />
       And so I am: then crushing penury
      <br />
       Persuades me I was better when a king;
      <br />
       Then am I king'd again: and by and by
      <br />
       Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
      <br />
       And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
      <br />
       Nor I nor any man that but man is
      <br />
       With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
      <br />
       With being nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q294" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is,
      <br />
       When time is broke and no proportion kept!
      <br />
       So is it in the music of men's lives.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q295" date="1595">
    <p>
      RICHARD: I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Richard II</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q296" date="1596">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
      <br />
       It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
      <br />
       But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
      <br />
       What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
      <br />
       I am to learn;
      <br />
       And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
      <br />
       That I have much ado to know myself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q297" date="1596">
    <p>
      GRATIANO: You have too much respect upon the world:
      <br />
       They lose it that do buy it with much care.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q298" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than
any man in all Venice.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q299" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two
bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when
you have them, they are not worth the search.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q300" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
      <br />
       I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
      <br />
       The self-same way with more advised watch,
      <br />
       To find the other forth, and by adventuring both
      <br />
       I oft found both.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q301" date="1596">
    <p>
      NERISSA: Yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit
with too much as they that starve with nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q302" date="1596">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: Mark you this, Bassanio,
      <br />
       The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q303" date="1596">
    <p>
      SHYLOCK: Fast bind, fast find.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q304" date="1596">
    <p>
      GRATIANO: All things that are,
      <br />
       Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, II, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q305" date="1596">
    <p>
      MOROCCO: (Reads) All that glisters is not gold.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q306" date="1596">
    <p>
      MOROCCO: (Reads) Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q307" date="1596">
    <p>
      SHYLOCK: I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same
food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed
by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do
we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us,
shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble
you in that.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q308" date="1596">
    <p>
      PORTIA: Tell me where is fancy bred,
      <br />
       Or in the heart, or in the head?
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q309" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: The world is still deceived with ornament.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q310" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
      <br />
       But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
      <br />
       Obscures the show of evil?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q311" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: In religion,
      <br />
       What damned error, but some sober brow
      <br />
       Will bless it and approve it with a text,
      <br />
       Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q312" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASSANIO: There is no vice so simple but assumes
      <br />
       Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q313" date="1596">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: I pray thee, hear me speak.
    </p>
    <p>
      SHYLOCK: I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
      <br />
       I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q314" date="1596">
    <p>
      PORTIA: For in companions
      <br />
       That do converse and waste the time together,
      <br />
       Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
      <br />
       There must be needs a like proportion
      <br />
       Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q315" date="1596">
    <p>
      LORENZO: How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best
grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow
commendable in none only but parrots.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q316" date="1596">
    <p>
      DUKE: I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to
let him lack a reverend estimation; for I never knew so young a body
with so old a head.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q317" date="1596">
    <p>
      PORTIA: The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
      <br />
       It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
      <br />
       Upon the place beneath.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q318" date="1596">
    <p>
      SHYLOCK: You take my life when you do take the means whereby I
live.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q319" date="1596">
    <p>
      PORTIA: He is well paid that is well satisfied.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q320" date="1596">
    <p>
      LORENZO: Such harmony is in immortal souls;
      <br />
       But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
      <br />
       Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q321" date="1596">
    <p>
      LORENZO: The man that hath no music in himself,
      <br />
       Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
      <br />
       Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q322" date="1596">
    <p>
      PORTIA: How far that little candle throws his beams!
      <br />
       So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q323" date="1596">
    <p>
      PORTIA: The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
      <br />
       When neither is attended.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merchant of Venice</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q324" date="1596">
    <p>
      AUSTRIA: The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords
      <br />
       In such a just and charitable war.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q325" date="1596">
    <p>
      KING PHILIP: This little abstract doth contain that large
      <br />
       Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time
      <br />
       Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q326" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASTARD: O, now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel;
      <br />
       The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
      <br />
       And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,
      <br />
       In undetermined differences of kings.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q327" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASTARD: Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
      <br />
       Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q328" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASTARD: Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
      <br />
       And say there is no sin but to be rich;
      <br />
       And being rich, my virtue then shall be
      <br />
       To say there is no vice but beggary.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q329" date="1596">
    <p>
      BASTARD: Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back,
      <br />
       When gold and silver becks me to come on.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q330" date="1596">
    <p>
      CONSTANCE: No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
      <br />
       But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
      <br />
       Death, death; O amiable lovely death!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q331" date="1596">
    <p>
      CONSTANCE: Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
      <br />
       Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
      <br />
       Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
      <br />
       Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
      <br />
       Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
      <br />
       Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q332" date="1596">
    <p>
      PANDULPH: No natural exhalation in the sky,
      <br />
       No scope of nature, no distemper'd day,
      <br />
       No common wind, no customed event,
      <br />
       But they will pluck away his natural cause
      <br />
       And call them meteors, prodigies and signs.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q333" date="1596">
    <p>
      SALISBURY: Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp,
      <br />
       To guard a title that was rich before,
      <br />
       To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
      <br />
       To throw a perfume on the violet,
      <br />
       To smooth the ice, or add another hue
      <br />
       Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
      <br />
       To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
      <br />
       Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q334" date="1596">
    <p>
      PEMBROKE: This act is as an ancient tale new told.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q335" date="1596">
    <p>
      KING JOHN: There is no sure foundation set on blood,
      <br />
       No certain life achieved by others' death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q336" date="1596">
    <p>
      HUBERT: My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night;
      <br />
       Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
      <br />
       The other four in wondrous motion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King John</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q337" date="1596">
    <p>
      PRINCE: Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons and
clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the signs of leaping-houses and
the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I
see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time
of the day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q338" date="1596">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able to
corrupt a saint.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q339" date="1596">
    <p>
      PRINCE: I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to
purse-taking.
    </p>
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man
to labour in his vocation.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q340" date="1596">
    <p>
      PRINCE: Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
      <br />
       Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
      <br />
       To smother up his beauty from the world,
      <br />
       That, when he please again to be himself,
      <br />
       Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
      <br />
       By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
      <br />
       Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q341" date="1596">
    <p>
      PRINCE: If all the year were playing holidays,
      <br />
       To sport would be as tedious as to work;
      <br />
       But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
      <br />
       And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q342" date="1596">
    <p>
      PRINCE: By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
      <br />
       And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
      <br />
       My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
      <br />
       Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
      <br />
       Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q343" date="1596">
    <p>
      HOTSPUR: And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
      <br />
       He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
      <br />
       To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
      <br />
       Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q344" date="1596">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would
give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q345" date="1596">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If
to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is
damned: if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to
be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish
Poins; but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack
Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as
he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish
not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the
world!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q346" date="1596">
    <p>
      GLENDOWER: These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
      <br />
       And all the courses of my life do show
      <br />
       I am not in the roll of common men.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q347" date="1596">
    <p>
      GLENDOWER: I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
    </p>
    <p>
      HOTSPUR: Why, so can I, or so can any man;
      <br />
       But will they come when you do call for them?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q348" date="1596">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: By being seldom seen, I could not stir
      <br />
       But like a comet I was wonder'd at.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q349" date="1596">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be;
virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week;
went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now
I live out of all order, out of all compass.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q350" date="1596">
    <p>
      HOTSPUR: But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q351" date="1596">
    <p>
      HOTSPUR: O, I could prophesy,
      <br />
       But that the earthy and cold hand of death
      <br />
       Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
      <br />
       And food for-- &lt;dies&gt;
    </p>
    <p>
      PRINCE: For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q352" date="1596">
    <p>
      PRINCE: Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
      <br />
       When that this body did contain a spirit,
      <br />
       A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
      <br />
       But now two paces of the vilest earth
      <br />
       Is room enough.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q353" date="1596">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: The better part of valour is discretion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>1 Henry IV</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q354" date="1597">
    <p>
      SLENDER: But if there be no great love in the beginning, yet
heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married
and have more occasion to know one another.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q355" date="1597">
    <p>
      SLENDER: I hope upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q356" date="1597">
    <p>
      PISTOL: Why, then the world's mine oyster.
      <br />
       Which I with sword will open.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q357" date="1597">
    <p>
      ANNE: O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults
      <br />
       Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q358" date="1597">
    <p>
      ANNE: Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth
      <br />
       And bowl'd to death with turnips!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q359" date="1597">
    <p>
      MISTRESS PAGE: We'll leave a proof by that which we will do,
      <br />
       Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q360" date="1597">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in
nativity, chance, or death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q361" date="1597">
    <p>
      MISTRESS PAGE: Against such lewdsters and their lechery
      <br />
       Those that betray them do no treachery.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Merry Wives of Windsor</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q362" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at
weeping!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q363" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it
ever changes with the next block.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q364" date="1598">
    <p>
      MESSENGER: I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
    </p>
    <p>
      BEATRICE: No; an he were, I would burn my study.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q365" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such
meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q366" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she
brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will
have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible
baldrick, all women shall pardon me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q367" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any,
I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is, for the
which I may go the finer, I will live a bachelor.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q368" date="1598">
    <p>
      DON PEDRO: What need the bridge much broader than the flood?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q369" date="1598">
    <p>
      DON JOHN: I cannot hide what I am: I must be sad when I have
cause and smile at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man's
business, laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humour.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q370" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: You may light on a husband that hath no beard.
    </p>
    <p>
      BEATRICE: What should I do with him? Dress him in my apparel and
make him my waiting-gentlewoman?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q371" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that
hath no beard is less than a man: and he that is more than a youth is
not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q372" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a
husband.
    </p>
    <p>
      BEATRICE: Not till God make men of some other metal than earth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q373" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: For, hear me, Hero: wooing, wedding, and repenting, is
as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque pace: the first suit is hot
and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding,
mannerly-modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then
comes repentance and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinque pace
faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q374" date="1598">
    <p>
      URSULA: Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your
excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? Go to, mum, you are he: graces
will appear, and there's an end.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q375" date="1598">
    <p>
      CLAUDIO: Let every eye negotiate for itself
      <br />
       And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
      <br />
       Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
      <br />
       This is an accident of hourly proof.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q376" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q377" date="1598">
    <p>
      DON PEDRO: Will you have me, lady?
    </p>
    <p>
      BEATRICE: No, my lord, unless I might have another for
working-days: your grace is too costly to wear every day. But, I
beseech your grace, pardon me: I was born to speak all mirth and no
matter.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q378" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an
honest man and a soldier; and now is he turned orthography; his words
are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q379" date="1598">
    <p>
      DON PEDRO: It is the witness still of excellency
      <br />
       To put a strange face on his own perfection.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q380" date="1598">
    <p>
      BALTHASAR: There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q381" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: Now, divine air! now is his soul ravished! Is it not
strange that sheeps' guts should hale souls out of men's bodies?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q382" date="1598">
    <p>
      BALTHASAR: Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
      <br />
       Men were deceivers ever,
      <br />
       One foot in sea and one on shore,
      <br />
       To one thing constant never.
      <br />
       Then sigh not so, but let them go,
      <br />
       And be you blithe and bonny,
      <br />
       Converting all your sounds of woe
      <br />
       Into hey nonny, nonny.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q383" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit
broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth
not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he
cannot endure in his age.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q384" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I
should live till I were married.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q385" date="1598">
    <p>
      URSULA: The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
      <br />
       Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
      <br />
       And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q386" date="1598">
    <p>
      URSULA: She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
    </p>
    <p>
      HERO: If it proves so, then loving goes by haps:
      <br />
       Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q387" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q388" date="1598">
    <p>
      BORACHIO: Thou shouldst rather ask if it were possible any
villany should be so rich; for when rich villains have need of poor
ones, poor ones may make what price they will.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q389" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: Neighbours, you are tedious.
    </p>
    <p>
      DOGBERRY: It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor
duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as
a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q390" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q391" date="1598">
    <p>
      FRIAR FRANCIS: Of every hearer: for it so falls out
      <br />
       That what we have we prize not to the worth
      <br />
       Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
      <br />
       Why, then we rack the value, then we find
      <br />
       The virtue that possession would not show us
      <br />
       Whiles it was ours.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q392" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath
slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man!
What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands; and then, with
public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour, -- O God,
that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q393" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: O that I were a man for his sake! or that I had any
friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into
courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into
tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules that only
tells a lie and swears it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q394" date="1598">
    <p>
      BEATRICE: I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a
woman with grieving.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q395" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
      <br />
       Which falls into mine ears as profitless
      <br />
       As water in a sieve.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q396" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: Bring me a father that so loved his child,
      <br />
       Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
      <br />
       And bid him speak of patience;
      <br />
       Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine
      <br />
       And let it answer every strain for strain,
      <br />
       As thus for thus and such a grief for such,
      <br />
       In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
      <br />
       If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
      <br />
       Bid sorrow wag, cry 'hem!' when he should groan,
      <br />
       Patch grief with proverbs, make misfortune drunk
      <br />
       With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
      <br />
       And I of him will gather patience.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q397" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
      <br />
       To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
      <br />
       But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
      <br />
       To be so moral when he shall endure
      <br />
       The like himself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>,</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q398" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: For there was never yet philosopher
      <br />
       That could endure the toothache patiently,
      <br />
       However they have writ the style of gods
      <br />
       And made a push at chance and sufferance.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q399" date="1598">
    <p>
      LEONATO: Here stand a pair of honourable men;
      <br />
       A third is fled, that had a hand in it.
      <br />
       I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death:
      <br />
       Record it with your high and worthy deeds:
      <br />
       'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q400" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; I have tried: I can
find out no rhyme to 'lady' but 'baby', an innocent rhyme; for
'scorn', 'horn,' a hard rhyme; for, 'school', 'fool', a babbling
rhyme; very ominous endings.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q401" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: No, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I
cannot woo in festival terms.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q402" date="1598">
    <p>
      BENEDICK: Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Much Ado about Nothing</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q403" date="1598">
    <p>
      RUMOUR: Open your ears; for which of you will stop
      <br />
       The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, Induction</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q404" date="1598">
    <p>
      RUMOUR: Rumour is a pipe
      <br />
       Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures
      <br />
       And of so easy and so plain a stop
      <br />
       That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
      <br />
       The still-discordant wavering multitude,
      <br />
       Can play upon it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, Induction</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q405" date="1598">
    <p>
      NORTHUMBERLAND: What news, Lord Bardolph? every minute now
      <br />
       Should be the father of some stratagem.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q406" date="1598">
    <p>
      NORTHUMBERLAND: The times are wild: contention, like a horse
      <br />
       Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose
      <br />
       And bears down all before him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q407" date="1598">
    <p>
      NORTHUMBERLAND: Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
      <br />
       Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
      <br />
       Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
      <br />
       Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q408" date="1598">
    <p>
      NORTHUMBERLAND: And let this world no longer be a stage
      <br />
       To feed contention in a lingering act;
      <br />
       But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
      <br />
       Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
      <br />
       On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
      <br />
       And darkness be the burier of the dead!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q409" date="1598">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit
is in other men.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q410" date="1598">
    <p>
      CHIEF JUSTICE: Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth,
that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not
a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing
leg? an increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your wind short?
your chin double? your wit single? and every part about you blasted
with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie,
Sir John!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q411" date="1598">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to
be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q412" date="1598">
    <p>
      ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: An habitation giddy and unsure
      <br />
       Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q413" date="1598">
    <p>
      ARCHBISHOP OF YORK: Past and to come seems best; things present
worst.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q414" date="1598">
    <p>
      HASTINGS: We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q415" date="1598">
    <p>
      PRINCE: Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the
spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q416" date="1598">
    <p>
      LADY NORTHUMBERLAND: I have given over, I will speak no more.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q417" date="1598">
    <p>
      POINS: Is it not strange that desire should so many years
outlive performance?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q418" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q419" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: O God! that one might read the book of fate,
      <br />
       And see the revolution of the times
      <br />
       Make mountains level, and the continent,
      <br />
       Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
      <br />
       Into the sea!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q420" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: O, if this were seen,
      <br />
       The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
      <br />
       What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
      <br />
       Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q421" date="1598">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q422" date="1598">
    <p>
      MOWBRAY: We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
      <br />
       That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
      <br />
       And good from bad find no partition.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q423" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
      <br />
       When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth;
      <br />
       But, being moody, give him line and scope,
      <br />
       Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
      <br />
       Confound themselves with working.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q424" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
      <br />
       In forms imaginary the unguided days
      <br />
       And rotten times that you shall look upon
      <br />
       When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q425" date="1598">
    <p>
      CLARENCE: The incessant care and labour of his mind
      <br />
       Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
      <br />
       So thin that life looks through and will break out.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q426" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: For this the foolish over-careful fathers
      <br />
       Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
      <br />
       Their bones with industry;
      <br />
       For this they have engrossed and piled up
      <br />
       The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
      <br />
       For this they have been thoughtful to invest
      <br />
       Their sons with arts and martial exercises:
      <br />
       When, like the bee, culling from every flower
      <br />
       The virtuous sweets,
      <br />
       Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
      <br />
       We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
      <br />
       Are murdered for our pains.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q427" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
      <br />
       Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
      <br />
       To stab at half an hour of my life.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q428" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY IV: Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
      <br />
       With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
      <br />
       May waste the memory of the former days.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q429" date="1598">
    <p>
      FALSTAFF: My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
    </p>
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q430" date="1598">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
      <br />
       I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
      <br />
       So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
      <br />
       But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
      <br />
       Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
      <br />
       Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
      <br />
       For thee thrice wider than for other men.
      <br />
       Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
      <br />
       Presume not that I am the thing I was;
      <br />
       For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
      <br />
       That I have turn'd away my former self;
      <br />
       So will I those that kept me company.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>2 Henry IV</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q431" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
      <br />
       The brightest heaven of invention,
      <br />
       A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
      <br />
       And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q432" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: Can this cockpit hold
      <br />
       The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
      <br />
       Within this wooden O the very casques
      <br />
       That did affright the air at Agincourt?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q433" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: O, pardon! since a crooked figure may
      <br />
       Attest in little place a million;
      <br />
       And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
      <br />
       On your imaginary forces work.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q434" date="1599">
    <p>
      ELY: The strawberry grows underneath the nettle
      <br />
       And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
      <br />
       Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q435" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
      <br />
       How you awake our sleeping sword of war.
      <br />
       We charge you in the name of God take heed,
      <br />
       For never two such kingdoms did contend
      <br />
       Without much fall of blood, whose guiltless drops
      <br />
       Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
      <br />
       'Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords
      <br />
       That make such waste in brief mortality.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q436" date="1599">
    <p>
      CANTERBURY: To fill King Edward's fame with prisoner kings
      <br />
       And make her chronicle as rich with praise
      <br />
       As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
      <br />
       With sunken wreck and sunless treasuries.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q437" date="1599">
    <p>
      WESTMORELAND: For once the eagle England being in prey,
      <br />
       To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot
      <br />
       Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs,
      <br />
       Playing the mouse in absence of the cat,
      <br />
       To tear and havoc more than she can eat.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q438" date="1599">
    <p>
      CANTERBURY: For so work the honey-bees,
      <br />
       Creatures that by a rule in nature teach
      <br />
       The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
      <br />
       They have a king, and officers of sorts,
      <br />
       Where some like magistrates correct at home,
      <br />
       Others like merchants venture trade abroad,
      <br />
       Others like soldiers, armed in their stings,
      <br />
       Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
      <br />
       Which pillage they with merry march bring home
      <br />
       To the tent-royal of their emperor,
      <br />
       Who, busied in his majesty, surveys
      <br />
       The singing masons building roofs of gold,
      <br />
       The civil citizens kneading up the honey,
      <br />
       The poor mechanic porters crowding in
      <br />
       Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate,
      <br />
       The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum
      <br />
       Delivering o'er to executors pale
      <br />
       The lazy yawning drone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q439" date="1599">
    <p>
      FIRST AMBASSADOR: He therefore sends you, meeter for your
spirit,
      <br />
       This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
      <br />
       Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
      <br />
       Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.
    </p>
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: What treasure, uncle?
    </p>
    <p>
      EXETER: Tennis-balls, my liege.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q440" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,
      <br />
       We will in France, by God's grace, play a set
      <br />
       Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
      <br />
       Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
      <br />
       That all the courts of France will be disturb'd
      <br />
       With chases.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q441" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: For many a thousand widows
      <br />
       Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
      <br />
       Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
      <br />
       And some are yet ungotten and unborn
      <br />
       That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q442" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin
      <br />
       His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
      <br />
       When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q443" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: Now all the youth of England are on fire,
      <br />
       And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q444" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: O England: model to thy inward greatness,
      <br />
       Like little body with a mighty heart,
      <br />
       What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,
      <br />
       Were all thy children kind and natural?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q445" date="1599">
    <p>
      BEDFORD: The king hath note of all that they intend,
      <br />
       By interception which they dream not of.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q446" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
      <br />
       Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
      <br />
       When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
      <br />
       Appear before us?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q447" date="1599">
    <p>
      BARDOLPH: Would I were with him, wheresome're he is, either in
heaven or in hell.
    </p>
    <p>
      HOSTESS: Nay, sure, he's not in hell. He's in Arthur's bosom if
ever man went to Arthur's bosom.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q448" date="1599">
    <p>
      HOSTESS: A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any
christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at
the turning o' the tide, for after I saw him fumble with the sheets
and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there
was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of
green fields.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q449" date="1599">
    <p>
      DAUPHIN: Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
      <br />
       As self-neglecting.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q450" date="1599">
    <p>
      EXETER: Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
      <br />
       In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
      <br />
       That, if requiring fail, he will compel;
      <br />
       And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
      <br />
       Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
      <br />
       On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
      <br />
       Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
      <br />
       Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries
      <br />
       The dead men's blood, the pining maidens groans,
      <br />
       For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers,
      <br />
       That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q451" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: Thus with imagined wing our swift scene flies
      <br />
       In motion of no less celerity
      <br />
       Than that of thought.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q452" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once
more;
      <br />
       Or close the wall up with our English dead!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q453" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
      <br />
       As modest stillness and humility.
      <br />
       But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
      <br />
       Then imitate the action of the tiger:
      <br />
       Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
      <br />
       Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q454" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: Let us swear
      <br />
       That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not,
      <br />
       For there is none of you so mean and base,
      <br />
       That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q455" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
      <br />
       Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q456" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: Take pity of your town and of your people,
      <br />
       Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
      <br />
       Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
      <br />
       O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
      <br />
       Of heady murder, spoil and villainy.
      <br />
       If not, why, in a moment look to see
      <br />
       The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
      <br />
       Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
      <br />
       Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
      <br />
       And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls,
      <br />
       Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
      <br />
       Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
      <br />
       Do break the clouds...
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q457" date="1599">
    <p>
      FLUELLEN: By your patience, Aunchient Pistol. Fortune is painted
blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune
is blind; and she is painted also with a wheel, to signify to you,
which is the moral of it, that she is turning, and inconstant, and
mutability, and variation: and her foot, look you, is fixed upon a
spherical stone, which rolls, and rolls, and rolls: in good truth, the
poet makes a most excellent description of it. Fortune is an excellent
moral.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q458" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: For when lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom,
the gentler gamester is the soonest winner.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q459" date="1599">
    <p>
      DAUPHIN: I will not change my horse with any that treads but on
four pasterns. Ca, ha! he bounds from the earth, as if his entrails
were hairs; <foreign>le cheval volant</foreign>, the Pegasus,
<foreign>chez les narines de feu</foreign>! When I bestride him, I
soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches
it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of
Hermes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q460" date="1599">
    <p>
      CONSTABLE: Doing is activity; and he will still be doing.
    </p>
    <p>
      ORLEANS: He never did harm, that I heard of.
    </p>
    <p>
      CONSTABLE: Nor will do none to-morrow: he will keep that good
name still.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, III, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q461" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: Now entertain conjecture of a time
      <br />
       When creeping murmur and the poring dark
      <br />
       Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, Prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q462" date="1599">
    <p>
      GOWER: Why, the enemy is loud; you hear him all night.
    </p>
    <p>
      FLUELLEN: If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating
coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an
ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb? in your own conscience, now?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q463" date="1599">
    <p>
      WILLIAMS: But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a
heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads,
chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry
all 'We died at such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a
surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the
debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q464" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: What infinite heart's-ease
      <br />
       Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
      <br />
       And what have kings, that privates have not too,
      <br />
       Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
      <br />
       And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q465" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
      <br />
       Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
      <br />
       Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
      <br />
       Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind
      <br />
       Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;
      <br />
       Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
      <br />
       But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
      <br />
       Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
      <br />
       Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
      <br />
       Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
      <br />
       And follows so the ever-running year,
      <br />
       With profitable labour, to his grave:
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q466" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;
      <br />
       Possess them not with fear; take from them now
      <br />
       The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers
      <br />
       Pluck their hearts from them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q467" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
      <br />
       That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
      <br />
       Let him depart; his passport shall be made
      <br />
       And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
      <br />
       We would not die in that man's company
      <br />
       That fears his fellowship to die with us.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q468" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: This day is called the feast of Crispian:
      <br />
       He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
      <br />
       Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
      <br />
       And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
      <br />
       He that shall live this day, and see old age,
      <br />
       Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
      <br />
       And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
      <br />
       Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
      <br />
       And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
      <br />
       Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
      <br />
       But he'll remember with advantages
      <br />
       What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
      <br />
       Familiar in his mouth as household words
      <br />
       Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
      <br />
       Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
      <br />
       Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
      <br />
       This story shall the good man teach his son;
      <br />
       And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
      <br />
       From this day to the ending of the world,
      <br />
       But we in it shall be remember'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q469" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
      <br />
       For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
      <br />
       Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
      <br />
       This day shall gentle his condition:
      <br />
       And gentlemen in England now a-bed
      <br />
       Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
      <br />
       And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
      <br />
       That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q470" date="1599">
    <p>
      BOURBON: The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
      <br />
       Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q471" date="1599">
    <p>
      BURGUNDY: Llet it not disgrace me,
      <br />
       If I demand, before this royal view,
      <br />
       What rub or what impediment there is,
      <br />
       Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace,
      <br />
       Dear nurse of arts and joyful births,
      <br />
       Should not in this best garden of the world
      <br />
       Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q472" date="1599">
    <p>
      KATHARINE: <foreign>O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont
pleines de tromperies.</foreign>
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q473" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: If thou canst love me for this, take me. If not,
to say to thee that I shall die, is true, but for thy love, by the
Lord, no. Yet I love thee too.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>,</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q474" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: A speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a
ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black
beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will
wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun
and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines
bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q475" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: But, good Kate, mock me mercifully, the rather,
gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q476" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear
Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's
fashion. We are the makers of manners, Kate, and the liberty that
follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q477" date="1599">
    <p>
      KING HENRY V: You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q478" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
      <br />
       Our bending author hath pursued the story,
      <br />
       In little room confining mighty men,
      <br />
       Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q479" date="1599">
    <p>
      CHORUS: Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King
      <br />
       Of France and England, did this king succeed;
      <br />
       Whose state so many had the managing,
      <br />
       That they lost France and made his England bleed.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry V</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q480" date="1599">
    <p>
      MARULLUS: You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless
things!
      <br />
       O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
      <br />
       Knew you not Pompey?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q481" date="1599">
    <p>
      MARULLUS: And do you now put on your best attire?
      <br />
       And do you now cull out a holiday?
      <br />
       And do you now strew flowers in his way
      <br />
       That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q482" date="1599">
    <p>
      SOOTHSAYER: Beware the ides of March.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q483" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
    </p>
    <p>
      BRUTUS: No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
      <br />
       But by reflection, by some other things.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q484" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: I had as lief not be as live to be
      <br />
       In awe of such a thing as I myself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q485" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
      <br />
       Like a Colossus, and we petty men
      <br />
       Walk under his huge legs and peep about
      <br />
       To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q486" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
      <br />
       But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q487" date="1599">
    <p>
      CAESAR: Let me have men about me that are fat;
      <br />
       Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
      <br />
       Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
      <br />
       He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q488" date="1599">
    <p>
      CAESAR: Such men as he be never at heart's ease
      <br />
       Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
      <br />
       And therefore are they very dangerous.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q489" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASCA: But those that understood him smiled at one another and
shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q490" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASCA: Are not you moved, when all the sway of earth
      <br />
       Shakes like a thing unfirm?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q491" date="1599">
    <p>
      CICERO: Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time:
      <br />
       But men may construe things after their fashion,
      <br />
       Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q492" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: For my part, I have walk'd about the streets,
      <br />
       Submitting me unto the perilous night,
      <br />
       And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
      <br />
       Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
      <br />
       And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
      <br />
       The breast of heaven, I did present myself
      <br />
       Even in the aim and very flash of it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q493" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q494" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: Between the acting of a dreadful thing
      <br />
       And the first motion, all the interim is
      <br />
       Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q495" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: The genius and the mortal instruments
      <br />
       Are then in council, and the state of man,
      <br />
       Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
      <br />
       The nature of an insurrection.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q496" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: O conspiracy,
      <br />
       Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
      <br />
       When evils are most free? O, then by day
      <br />
       Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
      <br />
       To mask thy monstrous visage?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q497" date="1599">
    <p>
      Stage direction: Clock strikes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q498" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
      <br />
       Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
      <br />
       Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q499" date="1599">
    <p>
      CAESAR: What can be avoided
      <br />
       Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q500" date="1599">
    <p>
      CALPURNIA: When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
      <br />
       The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q501" date="1599">
    <p>
      CAESAR: Cowards die many times before their deaths;
      <br />
       The valiant never taste of death but once.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q502" date="1599">
    <p>
      CAESAR: Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
      <br />
       It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
      <br />
       Seeing that death, a necessary end,
      <br />
       Will come when it will come.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q503" date="1599">
    <p>
      TREBONIUS: Caesar, I will.
      <br />
       Aside: And so near will I be,
      <br />
       That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q504" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: But I am constant as the northern star,
      <br />
       Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
      <br />
       There is no fellow in the firmament.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q505" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
      <br />
       They are all fire and every one doth shine,
      <br />
       But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q506" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: Fates, we will know your pleasures:
      <br />
       That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
      <br />
       And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q507" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
      <br />
       Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
      <br />
       Shrunk to this little measure?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q508" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: The choice and master spirits of this age.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q509" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
      <br />
       With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
      <br />
       Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
      <br />
       Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q510" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against
Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I
loved Rome more.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q511" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q512" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
      <br />
       The evil that men do lives after them;
      <br />
       The good is oft interred with their bones;
      <br />
       So let it be with Caesar.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q513" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
      <br />
       Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q514" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY Bear with me;
      <br />
       My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
      <br />
       And I must pause till it come back to me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q515" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: This was the most unkindest cut of all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q516" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
      <br />
       Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
      <br />
       Quite vanquish'd him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q517" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot,
      <br />
       Take thou what course thou wilt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q518" date="1599">
    <p>
      CINNA THE POET: Truly, my name is Cinna.
    </p>
    <p>
      FIRST CITIZEN: Tear him to pieces! He's a conspirator.
    </p>
    <p>
      CINNA THE POET: I am Cinna the poet! I am Cinna the poet!
    </p>
    <p>
      FOURTH CITIZEN: Tear him for his bad verses! Tear him for his
bad verses!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q519" date="1599">
    <p>
      OCTAVIUS: Let us do so: for we are at the stake,
      <br />
       And bay'd about with many enemies;
      <br />
       And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
      <br />
       Millions of mischiefs.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q520" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: When love begins to sicken and decay,
      <br />
       It useth an enforced ceremony.
      <br />
       There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
      <br />
       But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
      <br />
       Make gallant show and promise of their mettle.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q521" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: There is a tide in the affairs of men,
      <br />
       Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
      <br />
       Omitted, all the voyage of their life
      <br />
       Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q522" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: For Cassius is aweary of the world;
      <br />
       Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
      <br />
       Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
      <br />
       Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
      <br />
       To cast into my teeth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q523" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius!
      <br />
       If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
      <br />
       If not, why then, this parting was well made.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q524" date="1599">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: O, that a man might know
      <br />
       The end of this day's business ere it come!
      <br />
       But it sufficeth that the day will end,
      <br />
       And then the end is known.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q525" date="1599">
    <p>
      CASSIUS: This day I breathed first: time is come round,
      <br />
       And where I did begin, there shall I end;
      <br />
       My life is run his compass.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q526" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: This was the noblest Roman of them all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q527" date="1599">
    <p>
      ANTONY: His life was gentle, and the elements
      <br />
       So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
      <br />
       And say to all the world "This was a man!"
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Julius Caesar</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q528" date="1600">
    <p>
      CELIA: Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q529" date="1600">
    <p>
      ORLANDO: Only in the world I fill up a place, which may be
better supplied when I have made it empty.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q530" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: My pride fell with my fortune.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q531" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q532" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q533" date="1600">
    <p>
      DUKE SENIOR: And this our life exempt from public haunt
      <br />
       Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
      <br />
       Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q534" date="1600">
    <p>
      ORLANDO: Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
      <br />
       Where none will sweat but for promotion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q535" date="1600">
    <p>
      TOUCHSTONE: Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I. When I was
at home I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q536" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks
eggs.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q537" date="1600">
    <p>
      DUKE SENIOR: If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
      <br />
       We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q538" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: And then he drew a dial from his poke,
      <br />
       And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
      <br />
       Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock:
      <br />
       Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags.'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q539" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
      <br />
       And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
      <br />
       And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
      <br />
       And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q540" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: And thereby hangs a tale.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q541" date="1600">
    <p>
      DUKE SENIOR: True is it that we have seen better days.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q542" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: And in his brain,
      <br />
       Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
      <br />
       After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed
      <br />
       With observation, the which he vents
      <br />
       In mangled forms.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q543" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: All the world's a stage,
      <br />
       And all the men and women merely players:
      <br />
       They have their exits and their entrances;
      <br />
       And one man in his time plays many parts,
      <br />
       His acts being seven ages.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q544" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: At first the infant,
      <br />
       Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q545" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
      <br />
       And shining morning face, creeping like snail
      <br />
       Unwillingly to school.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q546" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: Then a soldier,
      <br />
       Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
      <br />
       Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
      <br />
       Seeking the bubble reputation
      <br />
       Even in the cannon's mouth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q547" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: The sixth age shifts
      <br />
       Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
      <br />
       With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
      <br />
       His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
      <br />
       For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
      <br />
       Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
      <br />
       And whistles in his sound.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q548" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: Last scene of all,
      <br />
       That ends this strange eventful history,
      <br />
       Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
      <br />
       Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q549" date="1600">
    <p>
      CORIN: No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at
ease he is; and that he that wants money, means and content is without
three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to
burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep and that a great cause of the
night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature
nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q550" date="1600">
    <p>
      TOUCHSTONE: When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a
man's good wit seconded with the forward child Understanding, it
strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q551" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: 'Tis such fools as you
      <br />
       That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q552" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
    </p>
    <p>
      ROSALIND: Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q553" date="1600">
    <p>
      JAQUES: I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is
emulation, nor the musician's, which is fantastical, nor the
courtier's, which is proud, nor the soldier's, which is ambitious, nor
the lawyer's, which is politic, nor the lady's, which is nice, nor the
lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own,
compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed
the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination
wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q554" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be
sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q555" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: Am not I your Rosalind?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q556" date="1600">
    <p>
      ORLANDO: For ever and a day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q557" date="1600">
    <p>
      ROSALIND: I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain,
and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh
like a hyena, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q558" date="1600">
    <p>
      TOUCHSTONE: Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>As You Like It</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q559" date="1601">
    <p>
      BERNARDO: Have you had quiet guard?
    </p>
    <p>
      FRANCISCO: Not a mouse stirring.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q560" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
      <br />
       I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q561" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: If there be any good thing to be done,
      <br />
       That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
      <br />
       Speak to me!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q562" date="1601">
    <p>
      MARCELLUS: Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
      <br />
       Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
      <br />
       This bird of dawning singeth all night long:
      <br />
       And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
      <br />
       The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
      <br />
       No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
      <br />
       So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q563" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: The head is not more native to the heart,
      <br />
       The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
      <br />
       Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q564" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: A little more than kin, and less than kind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q565" date="1601">
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: Do not forever with thy vailed lids
      <br />
       Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
      <br />
       Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
      <br />
       Passing through nature to eternity.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q566" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Ay, madam, it is common.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q567" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
      <br />
       Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
      <br />
       Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
      <br />
       His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
      <br />
       How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
      <br />
       Seem to me all the uses of this world!
      <br />
       Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
      <br />
       That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
      <br />
       Possess it merely.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q568" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: That it should come to this!
      <br />
       But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
      <br />
       So excellent a king; that was, to this,
      <br />
       Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
      <br />
       That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
      <br />
       Visit her face too roughly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q569" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Let me not think on't -- Frailty, thy name is woman!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q570" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: My father! -- methinks I see my father.
    </p>
    <p>
      HORATIO: Where, my lord?
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: In my mind's eye, Horatio.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q571" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: He was a man. Take him for all in all,
      <br />
       I shall not look upon his like again.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q572" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Foul deeds will rise,
      <br />
       Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q573" date="1601">
    <p>
      LAERTES: Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
      <br />
       And keep you in the rear of your affection,
      <br />
       Out of the shot and danger of desire.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q574" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
      <br />
       But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
      <br />
       For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q575" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
      <br />
       For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
      <br />
       And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q576" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: This above all: to thine ownself be true,
      <br />
       And it must follow, as the night the day,
      <br />
       Thou canst not then be false to any man.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q577" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: But to my mind, though I am native here
      <br />
       And to the manner born, it is a custom
      <br />
       More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q578" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q579" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Thou comest in such a questionable shape
      <br />
       That I will speak to thee.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q580" date="1601">
    <p>
      MARCELLUS: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q581" date="1601">
    <p>
      GHOST: But that I am forbid
      <br />
       To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
      <br />
       I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
      <br />
       Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
      <br />
       Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
      <br />
       Thy knotted and combined locks to part
      <br />
       And each particular hair to stand on end,
      <br />
       Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q582" date="1601">
    <p>
      GHOST: Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
      <br />
       But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q583" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: O my prophetic soul!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q584" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Remember thee!
      <br />
       Yea, from the table of my memory
      <br />
       I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q585" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
      <br />
       Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q586" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
      <br />
       That ever I was born to set it right!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q587" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
      <br />
       With windlasses and with assays of bias,
      <br />
       By indirections find directions out.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q588" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: My liege, and madam, to expostulate
      <br />
       What majesty should be, what duty is,
      <br />
       Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
      <br />
       Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q589" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
      <br />
       And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
      <br />
       I will be brief: your noble son is mad.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q590" date="1601">
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: More matter, with less art.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q591" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
      <br />
       And pity 'tis 'tis true.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q592" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not
art to reckon my groans.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q593" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: If circumstances lead me, I will find
      <br />
       Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
      <br />
       Within the centre.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q594" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord?
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: Words, words, words.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q595" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: Into my grave.
    </p>
    <p>
      POLONIUS: Indeed, that is out o' the air.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q596" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: What's the news?
    </p>
    <p>
      ROSENCRANTZ: None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: Then is doomsday near.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q597" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
      <br />
       either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q598" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count
myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q599" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I have of late -- but wherefore I know not -- lost all
my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so
heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems
to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and
pestilent congregation of vapours.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q600" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable,
in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The
beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is
this quintessence of dust?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q601" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Man delights not me -- no, nor woman neither, though by
your smiling you seem to say so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q602" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q603" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene
individable, or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the
only men.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q604" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: For the play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
caviare to the general.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q605" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do
you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract and brief
chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad
epitaph than their ill report while you live.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q606" date="1601">
    <p>
      POLONIUS: My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: God's bodikin, man, much better. Use every man after his
desert, and who shall 'scape whipping?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q607" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q608" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
      <br />
       That he should weep for her?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q609" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
      <br />
       With most miraculous organ.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q610" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: The play's the thing
      <br />
       Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q611" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: To be, or not to be: that is the question.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q612" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
      <br />
       The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
      <br />
       Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
      <br />
       And by opposing end them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q613" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: To die: to sleep;
      <br />
       No more; and by a sleep to say we end
      <br />
       The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
      <br />
       That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
      <br />
       Devoutly to be wish'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q614" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: To die, to sleep;
      <br />
       To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
      <br />
       For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
      <br />
       When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
      <br />
       Must give us pause.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q615" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
      <br />
       The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
      <br />
       The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
      <br />
       The insolence of office and the spurns
      <br />
       That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
      <br />
       When he himself might his quietus make
      <br />
       With a bare bodkin?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q616" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Who would fardels bear,
      <br />
       To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
      <br />
       But that the dread of something after death,
      <br />
       The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
      <br />
       No traveller returns, puzzles the will
      <br />
       And makes us rather bear those ills we have
      <br />
       Than fly to others that we know not of?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q617" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Nymph, in thy orisons
      <br />
       Be all my sins remember'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q618" date="1601">
    <p>
      OPHELIA: Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q619" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Get thee to a nunnery.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q620" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth
and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q621" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has
given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you
amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your
wantonness your ignorance.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q622" date="1601">
    <p>
      OPHELIA: O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q623" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q624" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
      <br />
       you, trippingly on the tongue.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q625" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing
Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q626" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Suit the action to the word, the word to the action,
with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of
nature.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q627" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: For any thing so overdone is from the purpose of
playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold as
'twere the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her feature, scorn her
own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and
pressure.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q628" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Give me that man
      <br />
       That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
      <br />
       In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
      <br />
       As I do thee.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q629" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
    </p>
    <p>
      OPHELIA: No, my lord.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: I mean, my head upon your lap?
    </p>
    <p>
      OPHELIA: Ay, my lord.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q630" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
    </p>
    <p>
      OPHELIA: 'Tis brief, my lord.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: As woman's love.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q631" date="1601">
    <p>
      PLAYER QUEEN: Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
      <br />
       Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q632" date="1601">
    <p>
      PLAYER KING: Purpose is but the slave to memory.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q633" date="1601">
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q634" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: You might have rhymed.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q635" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops,
you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from
my lowest note to the top of my compass, and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak.
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me
what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon
me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q636" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: For some must watch, while some must sleep:
      <br />
       So runs the world away.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q637" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: 'Tis now the very witching time of night,
      <br />
       When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
      <br />
       Contagion to this world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q638" date="1601">
    <p>
      ROSENCRANTZ: The cess of majesty
      <br />
       Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw
      <br />
       What's near it with it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q639" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: In the corrupted currents of this world
      <br />
       Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
      <br />
       And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
      <br />
       Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q640" date="1601">
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: This is the very coinage of your brain.
      <br />
       This bodiless creation ecstasy
      <br />
       Is very cunning in.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q641" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I must be cruel, only to be kind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q642" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Let it work.
      <br />
       For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
      <br />
       Hoist with his own petard, and 't shall go hard.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q643" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
    </p>
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
      <br />
       Which is the mightier.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q644" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: At supper.
    </p>
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: At supper? Where?
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q645" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat
king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to
one table: that's the end.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q646" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: Where is Polonius?
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger find
him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q647" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: How all occasions do inform against me,
      <br />
       And spur my dull revenge!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q648" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: What is a man,
      <br />
       If his chief good and market of his time
      <br />
       Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
      <br />
       Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
      <br />
       Looking before and after, gave us not
      <br />
       That capability and godlike reason
      <br />
       To fust in us unused.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q649" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: How stand I then,
      <br />
       That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
      <br />
       Excitements of my reason and my blood,
      <br />
       And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
      <br />
       The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
      <br />
       That for a fantasy and trick of fame
      <br />
       Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
      <br />
       Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
      <br />
       Which is not tomb enough and continent
      <br />
       To hide the slain?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q650" date="1601">
    <p>
      GENTLEMAN: Her speech is nothing,
      <br />
       Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
      <br />
       The hearers to collection; they yawn at it,
      <br />
       And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q651" date="1601">
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
      <br />
       It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q652" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: When sorrows come, they come not single spies
      <br />
       But in battalions.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q653" date="1601">
    <p>
      OPHELIA: There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, love,
remember. And there is pansies; that's for thoughts.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q654" date="1601">
    <p>
      OPHELIA: There's a daisy, I would give you some violets, but
they withered all when my father died.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q655" date="1601">
    <p>
      FIRST CLOWN: What is he that builds stronger than either the
mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
    </p>
    <p>
      SECOND CLOWN: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a
thousand tenants.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q656" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q657" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Whose grave's this, sirrah?
    </p>
    <p>
      FIRST CLOWN: Mine, sir.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q658" date="1601">
    <p>
      FIRST CLOWN: It was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he
that is mad, and sent into England.
    </p>
    <p>
      HAMLET: Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
    </p>
    <p>
      FIRST CLOWN: Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits
there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q659" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of
infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q660" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your
flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not
one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chopfallen? Now get you to
my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this
favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q661" date="1601">
    <p>
      GERTRUDE: Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q662" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q663" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Let Hercules himself do what he may,
      <br />
       The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q664" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
      <br />
       Rough-hew them how we will.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q665" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: I once did hold it, as our statists do,
      <br />
       A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
      <br />
       How to forget that learning, but, sir, now
      <br />
       It did me yeoman's service.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q666" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
      <br />
       Between the pass and fell incensed points
      <br />
       Of mighty opposites.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q667" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q668" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it
will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q669" date="1601">
    <p>
      CLAUDIUS: Give me the cups;
      <br />
       And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
      <br />
       The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
      <br />
       The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
      <br />
       "Now the king drinks to Hamlet." Come, begin.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q670" date="1601">
    <p>
      OSRIC: A hit, a very palpable hit.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q671" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Had I but time -- as this fell sergeant, death,
      <br />
       Is strict in his arrest -- O, I could tell you --
      <br />
       But let it be.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q672" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: Horatio, I am dead;
      <br />
       Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
      <br />
       To the unsatisfied.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q673" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
      <br />
       Absent thee from felicity awhile,
      <br />
       And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
      <br />
       To tell my story.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q674" date="1601">
    <p>
      HAMLET: The rest is silence.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q675" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: Now cracks a noble heart.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q676" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: Good night sweet prince,
      <br />
       And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q677" date="1601">
    <p>
      FIRST AMBASSADOR: The ears are senseless that should give us
hearing,
      <br />
       To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
      <br />
       That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q678" date="1601">
    <p>
      HORATIO: And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
      <br />
       How these things came about: so shall you hear
      <br />
       Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
      <br />
       Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
      <br />
       Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
      <br />
       And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
      <br />
       Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
      <br />
       Truly deliver.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q679" date="1601">
    <p>
      FORTINBRAS: Go bid the soldiers shoot.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source>Last line of <cite>Hamlet</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q680" date="1601">
    <p>
      ORSINO: If music be the food of love, play on;
      <br />
       Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
      <br />
       The appetite may sicken and so die.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q681" date="1601">
    <p>
      SIR TOBY: I am sure care's an enemy to life.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q682" date="1601">
    <p>
      SIR ANDREW: But I am a great eater of beef and I believe that
does harm to my wit.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q683" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that
are fools, let them use their talents.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q684" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
      <br />
       O, stay and hear; your true love's coming.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q685" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
      <br />
       Present mirth hath present laughter;
      <br />
       What's to come is still unsure:
      <br />
       In delay there lies no plenty;
      <br />
       Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
      <br />
       Youth's a stuff will not endure.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q686" date="1601">
    <p>
      SIR TOBY: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there
shall be no more cakes and ale?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q687" date="1601">
    <p>
      ORSINO: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
      <br />
       Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
      <br />
       More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
      <br />
       Than women's are.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q688" date="1601">
    <p>
      VIOLA: I am all the daughters of my father's house,
      <br />
       And all the brothers too.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q689" date="1601">
    <p>
      MALVOLIO: 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q690" date="1601">
    <p>
      MALVOLIO: (Reading) But be not afraid of greatness: some are
born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust
upon 'em.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q691" date="1601">
    <p>
      VIOLA: Thy reason, man?
    </p>
    <p>
      FESTE: Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words; and words
are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q692" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it
shines everywhere.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q693" date="1601">
    <p>
      OLIVIA: The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q694" date="1601">
    <p>
      VIOLA: Then westward ho!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q695" date="1601">
    <p>
      OLIVIA: Why, this is very midsummer madness.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q696" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q697" date="1601">
    <p>
      MALVOLIO: I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q698" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: When that I was and a little tiny boy,
      <br />
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
      <br />
       A foolish thing was but a toy,
      <br />
       For the rain it raineth every day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q699" date="1601">
    <p>
      FESTE: A great while ago the world begun,
      <br />
       With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
      <br />
       But that's all one, our play is done,
      <br />
       And we'll strive to please you every day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Twelfth Night</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q700" date="1603">
    <p>
      LAFEU: He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose
practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other
advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q701" date="1603">
    <p>
      LAFEU: He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very lately
spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have
lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q702" date="1603">
    <p>
      LAFEU: Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive
grief the enemy to the living.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q703" date="1603">
    <p>
      HELENA: Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
      <br />
       Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
      <br />
       Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
      <br />
       Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q704" date="1603">
    <p>
      COUNTESS: Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
    </p>
    <p>
      CLOWN: My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the
flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q705" date="1603">
    <p>
      COUNTESS: Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all
questions.
    </p>
    <p>
      Clown: It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks, the
pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn buttock, or any buttock.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q706" date="1603">
    <p>
      KING: Strange is it that our bloods,
      <br />
       Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
      <br />
       Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
      <br />
       In differences so mighty.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q707" date="1603">
    <p>
      LAFEU: Fare you well, my lord; and believe this of me, there can
be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q708" date="1603">
    <p>
      HELENA: (Reads) "But in such a 'then' I write a 'never.'" This
is a dreadful sentence.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q709" date="1603">
    <p>
      COUNTESS: Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q710" date="1603">
    <p>
      PAROLLES: I love not many words.
    </p>
    <p>
      SECOND LORD: No more than a fish loves water.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q711" date="1603">
    <p>
      FIRST LORD: The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and
ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them
not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our
virtues.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q712" date="1603">
    <p>
      PAROLLES: My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly
scratched.
    </p>
    <p>
      LAFEU: And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to pare
her nails now.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q713" date="1603">
    <p>
      KING: Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q714" date="1603">
    <p>
      KING: Let's take the instant by the forward top;
      <br />
       For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
      <br />
       The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
      <br />
       Steals ere we can effect them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q715" date="1603">
    <p>
      KING: I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q716" date="1603">
    <p>
      LAFEU: Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>All's Well That Ends Well</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q717" date="1603">
    <p>
      ALEXANDER: They say he is a very man <foreign>per se</foreign>,
and stands alone.
    </p>
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no
legs.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q718" date="1603">
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q719" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: And appetite, an universal wolf,
      <br />
       So doubly seconded with will and power,
      <br />
       Must make perforce an universal prey,
      <br />
       And last eat up himself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q720" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: They tax our policy, and call it cowardice,
      <br />
       Count wisdom as no member of the war,
      <br />
       Forestall prescience, and esteem no act
      <br />
       But that of hand. The still and mental parts,
      <br />
       That do contrive how many hands shall strike
      <br />
       When fitness calls them on, and know, by measure
      <br />
       Of their observant toil, the enemies' weight--
      <br />
       Why, this hath not a finger's dignity:
      <br />
       They call this bed-work, mappery, closet-war;
      <br />
       So that the ram that batters down the wall,
      <br />
       For the great swing and rudeness of his poise,
      <br />
       They place before his hand that made the engine,
      <br />
       Or those that with the fineness of their souls
      <br />
       By reason guide his execution.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q721" date="1603">
    <p>
      TROILUS: Will you with counters sum
      <br />
       The past proportion of his infinite?
      <br />
       And buckle in a waist most fathomless
      <br />
       With spans and inches so diminutive
      <br />
       As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q722" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily
untie.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q723" date="1603">
    <p>
      PANDARUS: Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred,
though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant being won:
they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q724" date="1603">
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: When time is old and hath forgot itself,
      <br />
       When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
      <br />
       And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
      <br />
       And mighty states characterless are grated
      <br />
       To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
      <br />
       From false to false, among false maids in love,
      <br />
       Upbraid my falsehood!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q725" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
      <br />
       As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
      <br />
       As done.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q726" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
      <br />
       To envious and calumniating time.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q727" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
      <br />
       That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
      <br />
       Though they are made and moulded of things past,
      <br />
       And give to dust that is a little gilt
      <br />
       More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q728" date="1603">
    <p>
      THERSITES: A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides,
like a leather jerkin.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q729" date="1603">
    <p>
      PARIS: There is no help; the bitter disposition of the time will
have it so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q730" date="1603">
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: Time, force, and death,
      <br />
       Do to this body what extremes you can;
      <br />
       But the strong base and building of my love
      <br />
       Is as the very centre of the earth,
      <br />
       Drawing all things to it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q731" date="1603">
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
      <br />
       And violenteth in a sense as strong
      <br />
       As that which causeth it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q732" date="1603">
    <p>
      TROILUS: But something may be done that we will not:
      <br />
       And sometimes we are devils to ourselves.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q733" date="1603">
    <p>
      TROILUS: Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion,
      <br />
       I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
      <br />
       Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
      <br />
       With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q734" date="1603">
    <p>
      ACHILLES: 'Tis but early days.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q735" date="1603">
    <p>
      MENELAUS: An odd man, lady? Every man is odd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q736" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
      <br />
       Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
      <br />
       At every joint and motive of her body.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q737" date="1603">
    <p>
      ULYSSES: O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue,
      <br />
       That give accosting welcome ere it comes,
      <br />
       And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
      <br />
       To every ticklish reader!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q738" date="1603">
    <p>
      AGAMEMNON: What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
      <br />
       And formless ruin of oblivion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q739" date="1603">
    <p>
      HECTOR: O, like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er;
      <br />
       But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q740" date="1603">
    <p>
      ACHILLES: Tell me, you heavens, in which part of his body
      <br />
       Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
      <br />
       That I may give the local wound a name
      <br />
       And make distinct the very breach whereout
      <br />
       Hector's great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q741" date="1603">
    <p>
      ACHILLES: Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q742" date="1603">
    <p>
      THERSITES: That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most
unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a
serpent when he hisses. He will spend his mouth, and promise, like
Brabbler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it: it
is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the
moon, when Diomed keeps his word.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q743" date="1603">
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: Hark, one word in your ear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q744" date="1603">
    <p>
      CRESSIDA: What error leads must err; O, then conclude
      <br />
       Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Troilus and Cressida</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q745" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q746" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
      <br />
       We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
      <br />
       Cannot be truly follow'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q747" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God
if the devil bid you.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q748" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and
the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q749" date="1604">
    <p>
      BRABANTIO: Thou art a villain.
    </p>
    <p>
      IAGO: You are -- a senator.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q750" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: Rude am I in my speech,
      <br />
       And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q751" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing
strange,
      <br />
       'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q752" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
      <br />
       And I loved her that she did pity them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q753" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE OF VENICE: When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
      <br />
       By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q754" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE OF VENICE: To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
      <br />
       Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q755" date="1604">
    <p>
      BRABANTIO: But words are words; I never yet did hear
      <br />
       That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q756" date="1604">
    <p>
      BRABANTIO: Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
      <br />
       She has deceived her father, and may thee.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q757" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are
gardeners; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop
and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it
with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with
industry -- why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in
our wills.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q758" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: There are many events in the womb of time which will be
delivered.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q759" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: For I am nothing, if not critical.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q760" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: Once more, well met at Cyprus!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q761" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q762" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Reputation is an idle and most false imposition: oft got
without merit, and lost without deserving: you have lost no reputation
at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q763" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: When devils will the blackest sins put on,
      <br />
       They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q764" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
      <br />
       And out of her own goodness make the net
      <br />
       That shall enmesh them all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q765" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: How poor are they that have not patience!
      <br />
       What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q766" date="1604">
    <p>
      CLOWN: O, thereby hangs a tail.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q767" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
      <br />
       But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
      <br />
       Chaos is come again.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q768" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: "Think, my lord?" By heaven, thou echo'st me,
      <br />
       As if there were some monster in thy thought
      <br />
       Too hideous to be shown.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q769" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
      <br />
       Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
      <br />
       Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
      <br />
       'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
      <br />
       But he that filches from me my good name
      <br />
       Robs me of that which not enriches him
      <br />
       And makes me poor indeed.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q770" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
      <br />
       It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
      <br />
       The meat it feeds on.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q771" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q772" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: To be once in doubt is once to be resolved.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q773" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Trifles light as air
      <br />
       Are to the jealous confirmations strong
      <br />
       As proofs of holy writ.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q774" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
      <br />
       Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
      <br />
       But with a little act upon the blood
      <br />
       Burn like the mines of sulphur.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q775" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: O, now, for ever
      <br />
       Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q776" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
      <br />
       To be direct and honest is not safe.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q777" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: No, my heart is turned to
      <br />
       stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q778" date="1604">
    <p>
      DESDEMONA: Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
    </p>
    <p>
      EMILIA: The world's a huge thing: it is a great price.
      <br />
       For a small vice.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q779" date="1604">
    <p>
      EMILIA: Let husbands know
      <br />
       Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
      <br />
       And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
      <br />
       As husbands have.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q780" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: It makes us, or it mars us.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q781" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: Put out the light, and then put out the light.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q782" date="1604">
    <p>
      EMILIA: 'Twill out, 'twill out! I peace?
      <br />
       No, I will speak as liberal as the north.
      <br />
       Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
      <br />
       All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q783" date="1604">
    <p>
      IAGO: Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
      <br />
       From this time forth I never will speak word.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q784" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: I pray you, in your letters,
      <br />
       When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
      <br />
       Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
      <br />
       Nor set down aught in malice.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q785" date="1604">
    <p>
      OTHELLO: Then must you speak
      <br />
       Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
      <br />
       Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,
      <br />
       Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
      <br />
       Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
      <br />
       Richer than all his tribe.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Othello</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q786" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: There is a kind of character in thy life,
      <br />
       That to the observer doth thy history
      <br />
       Fully unfold.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q787" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
      <br />
       Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
      <br />
       Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
      <br />
       As if we had them not.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q788" date="1604">
    <p>
      LUCIO: Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, that went
to sea with the Ten Commandments, but scraped one out of the table.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q789" date="1604">
    <p>
      LUCIO: Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint?
    </p>
    <p>
      CLAUDIO: From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
      <br />
       As surfeit is the father of much fast,
      <br />
       So every scope by the immoderate use
      <br />
       Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
      <br />
       Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
      <br />
       A thirsty evil; and when we drink we die.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q790" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: We have strict statutes and most biting laws.
      <br />
       The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q791" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Hence shall we see, if power change purpose, what our
seemers be.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q792" date="1604">
    <p>
      LUCIO: Our doubts are traitors
      <br />
       And make us lose the good we oft might win
      <br />
       By fearing to attempt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q793" date="1604">
    <p>
      ISABELLA: O, it is excellent
      <br />
       To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
      <br />
       To use it like a giant.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q794" date="1604">
    <p>
      CLAUDIO: The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q795" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Thou hast nor youth nor age,
      <br />
       But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
      <br />
       Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth
      <br />
       Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
      <br />
       Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,
      <br />
       Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
      <br />
       To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this
      <br />
       That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
      <br />
       Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
      <br />
       That makes these odds all even.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q796" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected
Mariana.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q797" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: No might nor greatness in mortality
      <br />
       Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
      <br />
       The whitest virtue strikes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q798" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies
secure; but security enough to make fellowships accurst: much upon
this riddle runs the wisdom of the world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q799" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q800" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Shame to him whose cruel striking
      <br />
       Kills for faults of his own liking.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q801" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: O, what may man within him hide,
      <br />
       Though angel on the outward side!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q802" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Craft against vice I must apply.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q803" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Put not yourself into amazement how these things should
be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q804" date="1604">
    <p>
      POMPEY: Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed,
and sleep afterwards.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q805" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
      <br />
       To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,
      <br />
       When it deserves, with characters of brass,
      <br />
       A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
      <br />
       And razure of oblivion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q806" date="1604">
    <p>
      DUKE: Laws for all faults,
      <br />
       But faults so countenanced, that the strong statutes
      <br />
       Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop,
      <br />
       As much in mock as mark.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Measure for Measure</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q807" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Know that we have divided
      <br />
       In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent
      <br />
       To shake all cares and business from our age;
      <br />
       Conferring them on younger strengths while we
      <br />
       Unburthen'd crawl toward death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q808" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Strive to be interess'd; what can you say to draw
      <br />
       A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
    </p>
    <p>
      CORDELIA: Nothing, my lord.
    </p>
    <p>
      KING LEAR: Nothing?
    </p>
    <p>
      CORDELIA: Nothing.
    </p>
    <p>
      KING LEAR: Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q809" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q810" date="1605">
    <p>
      FRANCE: Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor;
      <br />
       Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised!
      <br />
       Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon:
      <br />
       Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q811" date="1605">
    <p>
      REGAN: 'Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever
      <br />
       but slenderly known himself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q812" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDMUND: Thou, nature, art my goddess.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q813" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDMUND: Why bastard? wherefore base?
      <br />
       When my dimensions are as well compact,
      <br />
       My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
      <br />
       As honest madam's issue?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q814" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDMUND: Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q815" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: We have seen the best of our time: machinations,
hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly
to our graves.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q816" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDMUND: This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when
we are sick in fortune -- often the surfeit of our own behavior -- we
make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if
we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves,
thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars,
and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and
all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q817" date="1605">
    <p>
      KENT: I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly
that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse
with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight
when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q818" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Dost thou know me, fellow?
    </p>
    <p>
      KENT: No, sir; but you have that in your countenance which I
would fain call master.
    </p>
    <p>
      LEAR: What's that?
    </p>
    <p>
      KENT: Authority.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q819" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: Truth's a dog must to kennel.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q820" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: Have more than thou showest,
      <br />
       Speak less than thou knowest,
      <br />
       Lend less than thou owest,
      <br />
       Ride more than thou goest.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q821" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Dost thou call me fool, boy?
    </p>
    <p>
      FOOL: All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast
born with.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q822" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care
for her frowning; now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than
thou art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q823" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,
      <br />
       More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
      <br />
       Than the sea-monster!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q824" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
      <br />
       To have a thankless child!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q825" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a
pretty reason.
    </p>
    <p>
      LEAR: Because they are not eight?
    </p>
    <p>
      FOOL: Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q826" date="1605">
    <p>
      KENT: Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q827" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: My face I'll grime with filth;
      <br />
       Blanket my loins: elf all my hair in knots;
      <br />
       And with presented nakedness out-face
      <br />
       The winds and persecutions of the sky.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q828" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: Fortune, that arrant whore,
      <br />
       Ne'er turns the key to the poor.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q829" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest
it break thy neck with following it: but the great one that goes up
the hill, let him draw thee after.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q830" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine
again: I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q831" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q832" date="1605">
    <p>
      GONERIL: All's not offence that indiscretion finds
      <br />
       And dotage terms so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q833" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
      <br />
       As full of grief as age; wretched in both.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q834" date="1605">
    <p>
      REGAN: O, sir, to wilful men,
      <br />
       The injuries that they themselves procure
      <br />
       Must be their schoolmasters.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q835" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q836" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: And thou, all-shaking thunder,
      <br />
       Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q837" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
      <br />
       I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
      <br />
       You owe me no subscription.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q838" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
      <br />
       I will say nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q839" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: I am a man more sinn'd against than sinning.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q840" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: My wits begin to turn.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q841" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: The art of our necessities is strange,
      <br />
       And can make vile things precious.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q842" date="1605">
    <p>
      FOOL: This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I live before his
time.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q843" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: But where the greater malady is fix'd,
      <br />
       The lesser is scarce felt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q844" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: O, that way madness lies.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q845" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
      <br />
       That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
      <br />
       How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
      <br />
       Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
      <br />
       From seasons such as these?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q846" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: O, I have ta'en
      <br />
       Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
      <br />
       Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q847" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in
sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in
prey.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q848" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Is man no more than this? Consider him well.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q849" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q850" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: Child Rowland to the dark tower came.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q851" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: Purr the cat is gray.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q852" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind,
      <br />
       Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
      <br />
       But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er skip,
      <br />
       When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q853" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, III, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q854" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: The lamentable change is from the best;
      <br />
       The worst returns to laughter.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q855" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: World, world, O world!
      <br />
       But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
      <br />
       Life would not yield to age.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q856" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Full oft 'tis seen,
      <br />
       Our means secure us, and our mere defects
      <br />
       Prove our commodities.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q857" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: The worst is not, so long as we can say "This is the
worst."
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q858" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
      <br />
       They kill us for their sport.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q859" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: 'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q860" date="1605">
    <p>
      ALBANY: Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile:
      <br />
       Filths savour but themselves.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q861" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: Is 't not the king?
    </p>
    <p>
      LEAR: Ay, every inch a king.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q862" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
      <br />
       Beneath is all the fiends'.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q863" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous
pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q864" date="1605">
    <p>
      GLOUCESTER: O, let me kiss that hand!
    </p>
    <p>
      LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q865" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a
dog's obeyed in office.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q866" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
      <br />
       Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q867" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: When we are born, we cry that we are come
      <br />
       To this great stage of fools.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q868" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave.
      <br />
       Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
      <br />
       Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
      <br />
       Do scald like molten lead.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q869" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q870" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: You must bear with me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, IV, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q871" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Come, let's away to prison:
      <br />
       We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
      <br />
       When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
      <br />
       And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live,
      <br />
       And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
      <br />
       At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
      <br />
       Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
      <br />
       Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
      <br />
       And take upon's the mystery of things,
      <br />
       As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
      <br />
       In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
      <br />
       That ebb and flow by the moon.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q872" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDMUND: Know thou this, that men are as the time is.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q873" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
      <br />
       Make instruments to plague us.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q874" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDMUND: The wheel is come full circle.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q875" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:
      <br />
       Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
      <br />
       That heaven's vault should crack.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q876" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: Her voice was ever soft,
      <br />
       Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q877" date="1605">
    <p>
      KENT: All's cheerless, dark, and deadly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q878" date="1605">
    <p>
      LEAR: And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
      <br />
       Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
      <br />
       And thou no breath at all?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q879" date="1605">
    <p>
      KENT: Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him
      <br />
       That would upon the rack of this tough world
      <br />
       Stretch him out longer.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q880" date="1605">
    <p>
      EDGAR: He is gone, indeed.
    </p>
    <p>
      KENT: The wonder is, he hath endured so long.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>King Lear</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q881" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q882" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
      <br />
       Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q883" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike
      <br />
       Feeds beast as man.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q884" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
      <br />
       There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
      <br />
       Without some pleasure now.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q885" date="1607">
    <p>
      CHARMIAN: Is't you, sir, that know things?
    </p>
    <p>
      SOOTHSAYER: In nature's infinite book of secrecy
      <br />
       A little I can read.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q886" date="1607">
    <p>
      CHARMIAN: Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
I, where would you choose it?
    </p>
    <p>
      IRAS: Not in my husband's nose.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q887" date="1607">
    <p>
      MESSENGER: The nature of bad news infects the teller.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q888" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Who tells me true, though in his tale lie death,
      <br />
       I hear him as he flatter'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q889" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: There's a great spirit gone! Thus did I desire it:
      <br />
       What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
      <br />
       We wish it ours again.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q890" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
      <br />
       Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor,
      <br />
       But was a race of heaven.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q891" date="1607">
    <p>
      LEPIDUS: I must not think there are
      <br />
       Evils enow to darken all his goodness:
      <br />
       His faults in him seem as the spots of heaven,
      <br />
       More fiery by night's blackness.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q892" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: My salad days,
      <br />
       When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
      <br />
       To say as I said then!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q893" date="1607">
    <p>
      LEPIDUS: 'Tis not a time for private stomaching.
    </p>
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: Every time serves for the matter that is then born
in't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q894" date="1607">
    <p>
      LEPIDUS: But small to greater matters must give way.
    </p>
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: Not if the small come first.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q895" date="1607">
    <p>
      LEPIDUS: Your speech is passion; but pray you stir no embers up.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q896" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Three kings I had newly feasted, and did want
      <br />
       Of what I was i' the morning ...
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q897" date="1607">
    <p>
      AGRIPPA: Truths would be tales,
      <br />
       Where now half-tales be truths.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q898" date="1607">
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: It beggar'd all description.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q899" date="1607">
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite
variety.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q900" date="1607">
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: Other women cloy
      <br />
       The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry
      <br />
       Where most she satisfies; for vilest things
      <br />
       Become themselves in her: that the holy priests
      <br />
       Bless her when she is riggish.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q901" date="1607">
    <p>
      MESSENGER: But yet, madam--
    </p>
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: I do not like "But yet," it does allay
      <br />
       The good precedence.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q902" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: "But yet" is as a gaoler to bring forth
      <br />
       Some monstrous malefactor.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q903" date="1607">
    <p>
      CHARMIAN: Good madam, keep yourself within yourself; the man is
innocent.
    </p>
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q904" date="1607">
    <p>
      LEPIDUS: What manner o' thing is your crocodile?
    </p>
    <p>
      ANTONY: It is shaped, sir, like itself; and it is as broad as it
hath breadth: it is just so high as it is, and moves with its own
organs: it lives by that which nourisheth it; and the elements once
out of it, it transmigrates.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, II, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q905" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTONY: Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
      <br />
       Her heart inform her tongue, -- the swan's-down feather,
      <br />
       That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
      <br />
       And neither way inclines.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q906" date="1607">
    <p>
      OCTAVIUS: I have eyes upon him,
      <br />
       And his affairs come to me on the wind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q907" date="1607">
    <p>
      SCARUS: We have kiss'd away kingdoms and provinces.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, III, x</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q908" date="1607">
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious,
      <br />
       Is to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood
      <br />
       The dove will peck the estridge.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, III, xiii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q909" date="1607">
    <p>
      ENOBARBUS: I see still,
      <br />
       A diminution in our captain's brain
      <br />
       Restores his heart: when valour preys on reason,
      <br />
       It eats the sword it fights with.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, III, xiii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q910" date="1607">
    <p>
      OCTAVIUS: The time of universal peace is near.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q911" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Wishers were ever fools.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, IV, xv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q912" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Noblest of men, woo't die?
      <br />
       Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide
      <br />
       In this dull world, which in thy absence is
      <br />
       No better than a sty?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, IV, xv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q913" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
      <br />
       And make death proud to take us.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, IV, xv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q914" date="1607">
    <p>
      DERCETAS: I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead.
    </p>
    <p>
      OCTAVIUS CAESAR: The breaking of so great a thing should make
      <br />
       A greater crack: the round world
      <br />
       Should have shook lions into civil streets,
      <br />
       And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony
      <br />
       Is not a single doom; in the name lay
      <br />
       A moiety of the world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q915" date="1607">
    <p>
      IRAS: Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
      <br />
       And we are for the dark.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q916" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
      <br />
       That kills and pains not?
    </p>
    <p>
      CLOWN: Truly, I have him: but I would not be the party that
should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those that
do die of it do seldom or never recover.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q917" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEOPATRA: Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
      <br />
       Immortal longings in me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q918" date="1607">
    <p>
      OCTAVIUS: But she looks like sleep,
      <br />
       As she would catch another Antony
      <br />
       In her strong toil of grace.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Antony and Cleopatra</cite>, V, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q919" date="1607">
    <p>
      FIRST WITCH: When shall we three meet again
      <br />
       In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
    </p>
    <p>
      SECOND WITCH: When the hurlyburly's done,
      <br />
       When the battle's lost and won.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q920" date="1607">
    <p>
      WITCHES: Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
      <br />
       Hover through the fog and filthy air.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q921" date="1607">
    <p>
      SERGEANT: Doubtful it stood;
      <br />
       As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
      <br />
       And choke their art.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q922" date="1607">
    <p>
      FIRST WITCH: "Give me," quoth I:
      <br />
       "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q923" date="1607">
    <p>
      FIRST WITCH: Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
      <br />
       But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
      <br />
       And, like a rat without a tail,
      <br />
       I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q924" date="1607">
    <p>
      FIRST WITCH: I'll drain him dry as hay:
      <br />
       Sleep shall neither night nor day
      <br />
       Hang upon his pent-house lid;
      <br />
       He shall live a man forbid:
      <br />
       Weary se'nnights nine times nine
      <br />
       Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
      <br />
       Though his bark cannot be lost,
      <br />
       Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q925" date="1607">
    <p>
      WITCHES: The weird sisters, hand in hand,
      <br />
       Posters of the sea and land,
      <br />
       Thus do go about, about:
      <br />
       Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
      <br />
       And thrice again, to make up nine.
      <br />
       Peace! the charm's wound up.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q926" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q927" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: What are these
      <br />
       So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
      <br />
       That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
      <br />
       And yet are on't?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q928" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: If you can look into the seeds of time,
      <br />
       And say which grain will grow and which will not,
      <br />
       Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
      <br />
       Your favours nor your hate.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q929" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
      <br />
       And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
    </p>
    <p>
      MACBETH: Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
      <br />
       As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q930" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: Were such things here as we do speak about?
      <br />
       Or have we eaten on the insane root
      <br />
       That takes the reason prisoner?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q931" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
      <br />
       In borrow'd robes?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q932" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
      <br />
       The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
      <br />
       Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
      <br />
       In deepest consequence.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q933" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Two truths are told,
      <br />
       As happy prologues to the swelling act
      <br />
       Of the imperial theme.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q934" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: This supernatural soliciting
      <br />
       Cannot be ill, cannot be good.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q935" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
      <br />
       Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
      <br />
       And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
      <br />
       Against the use of nature?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q936" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
      <br />
       Shakes so my single state of man that function
      <br />
       Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
      <br />
       But what is not.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q937" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
      <br />
       Without my stir.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q938" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: New honors come upon him,
      <br />
       Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
      <br />
       But with the aid of use.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q939" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Come what come may,
      <br />
       Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q940" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
      <br />
       With things forgotten.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q941" date="1607">
    <p>
      MALCOLM: Nothing in his life
      <br />
       Became him like the leaving it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q942" date="1607">
    <p>
      MALCOLM: He died
      <br />
       As one that had been studied in his death
      <br />
       To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
      <br />
       As 'twere a careless trifle.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q943" date="1607">
    <p>
      DUNCAN: There's no art
      <br />
       To find the mind's construction in the face:
      <br />
       He was a gentleman on whom I built
      <br />
       An absolute trust.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q944" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Stars, hide your fires;
      <br />
       Let not light see my black and deep desires:
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q945" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
      <br />
       Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q946" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Yet do I fear thy nature;
      <br />
       It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
      <br />
       To catch the nearest way.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q947" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: The raven himself is hoarse
      <br />
       That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
      <br />
       Under my battlements.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q948" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Come, you spirits
      <br />
       That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
      <br />
       And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
      <br />
       Of direst cruelty!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q949" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
      <br />
       May read strange matters.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q950" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: To beguile the time,
      <br />
       Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
      <br />
       Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
      <br />
       But be the serpent under't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q951" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
      <br />
       It were done quickly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q952" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: ... that but this blow
      <br />
       Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q953" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: But in these cases
      <br />
       We still have judgment here, that we but teach
      <br />
       Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
      <br />
       To plague the inventor.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q954" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Besides, this Duncan
      <br />
       Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
      <br />
       So clear in his great office, that his virtues
      <br />
       Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
      <br />
       The deep damnation of his taking-off.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q955" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Art thou afeard
      <br />
       To be the same in thine own act and valour
      <br />
       As thou art in desire?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q956" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: I dare do all that may become a man;
      <br />
       Who dares do more is none.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q957" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: We fail?
      <br />
       But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
      <br />
       And we'll not fail.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q958" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains
      <br />
       Will I with wine and wassail so convince
      <br />
       That memory, the warder of the brain,
      <br />
       Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
      <br />
       A limbeck only ...
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q959" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: When in swinish sleep
      <br />
       Their drenched natures lie as in a death ...
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q960" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
      <br />
       False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, I, vii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q961" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: There's husbandry in heaven;
      <br />
       Their candles are all out.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q962" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
      <br />
       And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,
      <br />
       Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
      <br />
       Gives way to in repose!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q963" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Is this a dagger which I see before me,
      <br />
       The handle toward my hand?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q964" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
      <br />
       To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
      <br />
       A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
      <br />
       Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q965" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
      <br />
       And such an instrument I was to use.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q966" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Now o'er the one half world
      <br />
       Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
      <br />
       The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
      <br />
       Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
      <br />
       Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
      <br />
       Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
      <br />
       With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
      <br />
       Moves like a ghost.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q967" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Thou sure and firm-set earth,
      <br />
       Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
      <br />
       Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
      <br />
       And take the present horror from the time,
      <br />
       Which now suits with it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q968" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q969" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
      <br />
       Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
      <br />
       That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q970" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
      <br />
       What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q971" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!
      <br />
       Macbeth does murder sleep", the innocent sleep,
      <br />
       Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
      <br />
       The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
      <br />
       Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
      <br />
       Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q972" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: I am afraid to think what I have done;
      <br />
       Look on't again I dare not.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q973" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: The sleeping and the dead
      <br />
       Are but as pictures.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q974" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: 'Tis the eye of childhood
      <br />
       That fears a painted devil.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q975" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
      <br />
       Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
      <br />
       The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
      <br />
       Making the green one red.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q976" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: A little water clears us of this deed:
      <br />
       How easy is it, then!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q977" date="1607">
    <p>
      PORTER: Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an
equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale;
who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate
to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q978" date="1607">
    <p>
      PORTER: But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions
that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q979" date="1607">
    <p>
      PORTER: 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and
drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
    </p>
    <p>
      MACDUFF: What three things does drink especially provoke?
    </p>
    <p>
      PORTER: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q980" date="1607">
    <p>
      PORTER: Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes
the desire, but it takes away the performance: therefore, much drink
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it
mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and
disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion,
equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q981" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: The labour we delight in physics pain.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q982" date="1607">
    <p>
      LENNOX: The night has been unruly: where we lay,
      <br />
       Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
      <br />
       Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
      <br />
       And prophesying with accents terrible
      <br />
       Of dire combustion and confused events
      <br />
       New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
      <br />
       Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
      <br />
       Was feverous and did shake.
    </p>
    <p>
      MACBETH: 'Twas a rough night.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q983" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Had I but died an hour before this chance,
      <br />
       I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
      <br />
       There 's nothing serious in mortality:
      <br />
       All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
      <br />
       The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
      <br />
       Is left this vault to brag of.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q984" date="1607">
    <p>
      DONALBAIN: Where we are,
      <br />
       There's daggers in men's smiles: the nea'er in blood,
      <br />
       The nearer bloody.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q985" date="1607">
    <p>
      ROSS: By the clock, 'tis day,
      <br />
       And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q986" date="1607">
    <p>
      ROSS: Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
      <br />
       That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
      <br />
       When living light should kiss it?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q987" date="1607">
    <p>
      OLD MAN: 'Tis unnatural,
      <br />
       Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
      <br />
       A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
      <br />
       Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q988" date="1607">
    <p>
      ROSS: And Duncan's horses -- a thing most strange and certain --
      <br />
       Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
      <br />
       Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
      <br />
       Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
      <br />
       War with mankind.
    </p>
    <p>
      OLD MAN: 'Tis said they eat each other.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q989" date="1607">
    <p>
      OLD MAN: God's benison go with you; and with those
      <br />
       That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, II, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q990" date="1607">
    <p>
      BANQUO: Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
      <br />
       As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
      <br />
       Thou play'dst most foully for't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q991" date="1607">
    <p>
      FIRST MURDERER: We are men, my liege.
    </p>
    <p>
      MACBETH: Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
      <br />
       As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
      <br />
       Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
      <br />
       All by the name of dogs: the valued file
      <br />
       Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
      <br />
       The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
      <br />
       According to the gift which bounteous nature
      <br />
       Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
      <br />
       Particular addition from the bill
      <br />
       That writes them all alike: and so of men.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q992" date="1607">
    <p>
      SECOND MURDERER: I am one, my liege,
      <br />
       Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
      <br />
       Have so incensed that I am reckless what
      <br />
       I do to spite the world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q993" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Naught's had, all's spent,
      <br />
       Where our desire is got without content:
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q994" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
      <br />
       Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q995" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Things without all remedy
      <br />
       Should be without regard: what's done is done.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q996" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: We have scorched the snake, not killed it:
      <br />
       She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
      <br />
       Remains in danger of her former tooth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q997" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Duncan is in his grave;
      <br />
       After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
      <br />
       Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
      <br />
       Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
      <br />
       Can touch him further.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q998" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q999" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Light thickens; and the crow
      <br />
       Makes wing to the rooky wood:
      <br />
       Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
      <br />
       While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1000" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: I had else been perfect,
      <br />
       Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
      <br />
       As broad and general as the casing air:
      <br />
       But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
      <br />
       To saucy doubts and fears.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1001" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
      <br />
       Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
      <br />
       No teeth for the present.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1002" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: To feed were best at home;
      <br />
       From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
      <br />
       Meeting were bare without it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1003" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
      <br />
       And health on both!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1004" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: The time has been,
      <br />
       That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
      <br />
       And there an end; but now they rise again,
      <br />
       With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
      <br />
       And push us from our stools. This is more strange
      <br />
       Than such a murder is.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1005" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
      <br />
       I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
      <br />
       To those that know me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1006" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Can such things be,
      <br />
       And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
      <br />
       Without our special wonder?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1007" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
      <br />
       Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1008" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
      <br />
       Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1009" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1010" date="1607">
    <p>
      FIRST WITCH: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1011" date="1607">
    <p>
      WITCHES: Double, double toil and trouble;
      <br />
       Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1012" date="1607">
    <p>
      SECOND WITCH: Fillet of a fenny snake,
      <br />
       In the cauldron boil and bake;
      <br />
       Eye of newt and toe of frog,
      <br />
       Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
      <br />
       Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
      <br />
       Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
      <br />
       For a charm of powerful trouble,
      <br />
       Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1013" date="1607">
    <p>
      SECOND WITCH: By the pricking of my thumbs,
      <br />
       Something wicked this way comes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1014" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1015" date="1607">
    <p>
      SECOND WITCH: Open, locks,
      <br />
       Whoever knocks!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1016" date="1607">
    <p>
      SECOND APPARITION: Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
      <br />
       The power of man, for none of woman born
      <br />
       Shall harm Macbeth.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1017" date="1607">
    <p>
      THIRD APPARITION: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until
      <br />
       Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
      <br />
       Shall come against him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1018" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
      <br />
       Unfix his earth-bound root?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1019" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: From this moment
      <br />
       The very firstlings of my heart shall be
      <br />
       The firstlings of my hand.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1020" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACDUFF: When our actions do not,
      <br />
       Our fears do make us traitors.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1021" date="1607">
    <p>
      SON: And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
    </p>
    <p>
      LADY MACDUFF: Every one.
    </p>
    <p>
      SON: Who must hang them?
    </p>
    <p>
      LADY MACDUFF: Why, the honest men.
    </p>
    <p>
      SON: Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars
and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1022" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACDUFF: But I remember now
      <br />
       I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
      <br />
       Is often laudable, to do good sometime
      <br />
       Accounted dangerous folly.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1023" date="1607">
    <p>
      MALCOLM: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1024" date="1607">
    <p>
      MALCOLM: I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
      <br />
       It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
      <br />
       Is added to her wounds.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1025" date="1607">
    <p>
      MALCOLM: Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
      <br />
       Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1026" date="1607">
    <p>
      MALCOLM: Dispute it like a man.
    </p>
    <p>
      MACDUFF: I shall do so;
      <br />
       But I must also feel it as a man.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1027" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Out, damned spot! out, I say!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1028" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Yet who would have thought the old man to have had
so much blood in him?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1029" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now? --
What, will these hands ne'er be clean?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1030" date="1607">
    <p>
      LADY MACBETH: Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1031" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
      <br />
       Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
      <br />
       Raze out the written troubles of the brain
      <br />
       And with some sweet oblivious antidote
      <br />
       Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
      <br />
       Which weighs upon the heart?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1032" date="1607">
    <p>
      DOCTOR: Therein the patient
      <br />
       Must minister to himself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1033" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1034" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
      <br />
       The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
      <br />
       To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
      <br />
       Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
      <br />
       As life were in't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1035" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: I have supp'd full with horrors.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1036" date="1607">
    <p>
      SEYTON: The queen, my lord, is dead.
    </p>
    <p>
      MACBETH: She should have died hereafter;
      <br />
       There would have been a time for such a word.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1037" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
      <br />
       Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
      <br />
       To the last syllable of recorded time,
      <br />
       And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
      <br />
       The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
      <br />
       Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
      <br />
       That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
      <br />
       And then is heard no more: it is a tale
      <br />
       Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
      <br />
       Signifying nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1038" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Ring the alarum-bell! Blow wind, come wrack,
      <br />
       At least we'll die with harness on our back.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1039" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACDUFF: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
      <br />
       To one of woman born.
    </p>
    <p>
      MACDUFF: Despair thy charm;
      <br />
       And let the angel whom thou still hast served
      <br />
       Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
      <br />
       Untimely ripp'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1040" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACBETH: Lay on, Macduff,
      <br />
       And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1041" date="1607">
    <p>
      MACDUFF: The time is free.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Macbeth</cite>, V, viii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1042" date="1607">
    <p>
      ANTIOCHUS: Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
      <br />
       The senate-house of planets all did sit,
      <br />
       To knit in her their best perfections.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1043" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1044" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: For death remember'd should be like a mirror,
      <br />
       Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1045" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1046" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their
will;
      <br />
       And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1047" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1048" date="1607">
    <p>
      CLEON: My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
      <br />
       And by relating tales of others' griefs,
      <br />
       See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, I, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1049" date="1607">
    <p>
      GOWER: I'll show you those in troubles reign,
      <br />
       Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, II, prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1050" date="1607">
    <p>
      THIRD FISHERMAN: Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the
sea.
    </p>
    <p>
      FIRST FISHERMAN: Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up
the
      <br />
       little ones.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1051" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: How from the finny subject of the sea
      <br />
       These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
      <br />
       And from their watery empire recollect
      <br />
       All that may men approve or men detect!
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1052" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: A man whom both the waters and the wind,
      <br />
       In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
      <br />
       For them to play upon, entreats you pity him.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1053" date="1607">
    <p>
      PERICLES: Whereby I see that Time's the king of men,
      <br />
       He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
      <br />
       And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1054" date="1607">
    <p>
      GOWER: The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
      <br />
       Now crouches fore the mouse's hole.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, III, prologue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1055" date="1607">
    <p>
      MARINA: This world to me is like a lasting storm,
      <br />
       Whirring me from my friends.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1056" date="1607">
    <p>
      DIONYZA: Nurses are not the fates;
      <br />
       To foster is not ever to preserve.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1057" date="1607">
    <p>
      GOWER: By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
      <br />
       To use one language in each several clime
      <br />
       Where our scenes seem to live.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1058" date="1607">
    <p>
      GOWER: No visor does become black villany
      <br />
       So well as soft and tender flattery.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Pericles</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1059" date="1608">
    <p>
      POET: I have not seen you long: how goes the world?
    </p>
    <p>
      PAINTER: It wears, sir, as it grows.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1060" date="1608">
    <p>
      APEMANTUS: That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet
knaves,
      <br />
       And all this courtesy!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1061" date="1608">
    <p>
      SECOND LORD: Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?
    </p>
    <p>
      APEMANTUS: Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1062" date="1608">
    <p>
      TIMON: Ceremony was but devised at first
      <br />
       To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
      <br />
       Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
      <br />
       But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1063" date="1608">
    <p>
      APEMANTUS: Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
      <br />
       I pray for no man but myself:
      <br />
       Grant I may never prove so fond,
      <br />
       To trust man on his oath or bond;
      <br />
       Or a harlot, for her weeping;
      <br />
       Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping:
      <br />
       Or a keeper with my freedom;
      <br />
       Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
      <br />
       Amen.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1064" date="1608">
    <p>
      APEMANTUS: Hoy-day, what a sweep of vanity comes this way!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1065" date="1608">
    <p>
      APEMANTUS: Who lives that's not depraved or depraves?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1066" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
      <br />
       And all out of an empty coffer:
      <br />
       Nor will he know his purse, or yield me this,
      <br />
       To show him what a beggar his heart is,
      <br />
       Being of no power to make his wishes good.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1067" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: His promises fly so beyond his state
      <br />
       That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
      <br />
       For every word.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1068" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: I bleed inwardly for my lord.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1069" date="1608">
    <p>
      SENATOR: I love and honour him,
      <br />
       But must not break my back to heal his finger.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1070" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: No care, no stop! so senseless of expense,
      <br />
       That he will neither know how to maintain it,
      <br />
       Nor cease his flow of riot: takes no account
      <br />
       How things go from him, nor resumes no care
      <br />
       Of what is to continue.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1071" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: The future comes apace. What shall defend the interim?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1072" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: O my good lord, the world is but a word:
      <br />
       Were it all yours to give it in a breath,
      <br />
       How quickly were it gone!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1073" date="1608">
    <p>
      FLAVIUS: They answer, in a joint and corporate voice,
      <br />
       That now they are at fall, want treasure, cannot
      <br />
       Do what they would; are sorry -- you are honourable, --
      <br />
       But yet they could have wish'd -- they know not --
      <br />
       Something hath been amiss -- a noble nature
      <br />
       May catch a wrench -- would all were well -- 'tis pity; --
      <br />
       And so, intending other serious matters,
      <br />
       After distasteful looks and these hard fractions,
      <br />
       With certain half-caps and cold-moving nods
      <br />
       They froze me into silence.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1074" date="1608">
    <p>
      FIRST STRANGER: Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
      <br />
       For policy sits above conscience.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1075" date="1608">
    <p>
      ALCIBIADES: I have kept back their foes,
      <br />
       While they have told their money and let out
      <br />
       Their coin upon large interest, I myself
      <br />
       Rich only in large hurts. All those for this?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, III, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1076" date="1608">
    <p>
      TIMON: Let no assembly of twenty be without a score of villains.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1077" date="1608">
    <p>
      APEMANTUS: The commonwealth of Athens is become a forest of
beasts.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1078" date="1608">
    <p>
      TIMON: Go, live rich and happy;
      <br />
       But thus conditioned: thou shalt build from men;
      <br />
       Hate all, curse all, show charity to none,
      <br />
       But let the famished flesh slide from the bone,
      <br />
       Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs
      <br />
       What thou deny'st to men. Let prisons swallow 'em,
      <br />
       Debts wither 'em to nothing; be men like blasted woods,
      <br />
       And may diseases lick up their false bloods!
      <br />
       And so farewell and thrive.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Timon of Athens</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1079" date="1609">
    <p>
      MARCIUS: What would you have, you curs, that like nor peace nor
war? The one affrights you, the other makes you proud.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1080" date="1609">
    <p>
      MARCIUS: He that trusts to you, where he should find you lions,
finds you hares; where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, than is the
coal of fire upon the ice, or hailstone in the sun.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1081" date="1609">
    <p>
      MARCIUS: With every minute you do change a mind,
      <br />
       And call him noble that was now your hate,
      <br />
       Him vile that was your garland.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1082" date="1609">
    <p>
      VALERIA: O' my word, the father's son! I'll swear, 'tis a very
pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him a Wednesday half an hour
together; has such a confirmed countenance! I saw him run after a
gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he let it go again, and after
it again, and over and over he comes, and again, catched it again; or
whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth
and tear it. O, I warrant, how he mammocked it!
    </p>
    <p>
      VOLUMNIA: One on 's father's moods.
    </p>
    <p>
      VALERIA: Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, I, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1083" date="1609">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: We do it not alone, sir.
    </p>
    <p>
      MENENIUS: I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your
abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1084" date="1609">
    <p>
      FIRST OFFICER: If he did not care whether he had their love or
no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good nor harm:
but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than can render it him;
and leaves nothing undone that may fully discover him their opposite.
Now, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people is as
bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1085" date="1609">
    <p>
      CORIOLANUS: Yet oft, when blows have made me stay, I fled from
words.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1086" date="1609">
    <p>
      CORIOLANUS: Bid them wash their faces and keep their teeth
clean.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1087" date="1609">
    <p>
      CORIOLANUS: And mountainous error be too highly heap'd for truth
to o'erpeer.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1088" date="1609">
    <p>
      BRUTUS: Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,
      <br />
       They have chose a consul that will from them take
      <br />
       Their liberties, make them of no more voice
      <br />
       Than dogs that are as often beat for barking
      <br />
       As therefore kept to do so.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1089" date="1609">
    <p>
      COMINIUS: But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1090" date="1609">
    <p>
      SECOND PATRICIAN: I would they were abed!
    </p>
    <p>
      MENENIUS: I would they were in Tiber!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1091" date="1609">
    <p>
      MENENIUS: The service of the foot
      <br />
       Being once gangrened, is not then respected
      <br />
       For what before it was.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1092" date="1609">
    <p>
      CORIOLANUS: For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
      <br />
       There is a world elsewhere.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1093" date="1609">
    <p>
      VOLUMNIA: Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, and so shall
starve with feeding.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1094" date="1609">
    <p>
      FIRST SERVANT: Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far
as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible;
a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, IV, v</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1095" date="1609">
    <p>
      THIRD CITIZEN: That we did, we did for the best; and though we
willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, IV, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1096" date="1609">
    <p>
      COMINIUS: I offer'd to awaken his regard
      <br />
       For's private friends: his answer to me was,
      <br />
       He could not stay to pick them in a pile
      <br />
       Of noisome musty chaff. He said 'twas folly,
      <br />
       For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt
      <br />
       And still to nose the offence.
    </p>
    <p>
      MENENIUS: For one poor grain or two!
      <br />
       I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,
      <br />
       And this brave fellow too, we are the grains.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1097" date="1609">
    <p>
      MENENIUS: He had not dined:
      <br />
       The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
      <br />
       We pout upon the morning, are unapt
      <br />
       To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd
      <br />
       These and these conveyances of our blood
      <br />
       With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
      <br />
       Than in our priest-like fasts.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1098" date="1609">
    <p>
      MENENIUS: The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1099" date="1609">
    <p>
      MENENIUS: No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us.
When we banished him, we respected not them; and, he returning to
break our necks, they respect not us.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1100" date="1609">
    <p>
      AUFIDIUS: At a few drops of women's rheum, which are as cheap as
lies, he sold the blood and labour of our great action: therefore
shall he die, and I'll renew me in his fall.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Coriolanus</cite>, V, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1101" date="1610">
    <p>
      CLOTEN: I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I was
up so early.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, II, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1102" date="1610">
    <p>
      CLOTEN: Britain is a world by itself; and we will nothing pay
for wearing our own noses.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1103" date="1610">
    <p>
      CLOTEN: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find
us in our salt-water girdle. If you beat us out of it, it is yours; if
you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you,
and there's an end.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1104" date="1610">
    <p>
      PISANIO: What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper
      <br />
       Hath cut her throat already.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1105" date="1610">
    <p>
      PISANIO: No, 'tis slander,
      <br />
       Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
      <br />
       Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
      <br />
       Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
      <br />
       All corners of the world.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1106" date="1610">
    <p>
      PISANIO: Kings, queens and states,
      <br />
       Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
      <br />
       This viperous slander enters.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1107" date="1610">
    <p>
      IMOGEN: I see a man's life is a tedious one.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1108" date="1610">
    <p>
      IMOGEN: Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever
      <br />
       Of hardiness is mother.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, III, vi</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1109" date="1610">
    <p>
      IMOGEN: Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom is
breach of all.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1110" date="1610">
    <p>
      IMOGEN: Society is no comfort to one not sociable.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1111" date="1610">
    <p>
      GUIDERIUS: I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee;
      <br />
       For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse
      <br />
       Than priests and fanes that lie.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1112" date="1610">
    <p>
      Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
      <br />
       Nor the furious winter's rages;
      <br />
       Thou thy worldly task hast done,
      <br />
       Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
      <br />
       Golden lads and girls all must,
      <br />
       As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1113" date="1610">
    <p>
      Fear no more the frown o' the great;
      <br />
       Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
      <br />
       Care no more to clothe and eat;
      <br />
       To thee the reed is as the oak:
      <br />
       The sceptre, learning, physic, must
      <br />
       All follow this, and come to dust.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1114" date="1610">
    <p>
      All lovers young, all lovers must
      <br />
       Consign to thee, and come to dust.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1115" date="1610">
    <p>
      PISANIO: The heavens still must work.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, IV, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1116" date="1610">
    <p>
      POSTHUMUS LEONATUS: A book? O rare one!
      <br />
       Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
      <br />
       Nobler than that it covers!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1117" date="1610">
    <p>
      FIRST JAILER: O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up
thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of
what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen,
book and counters; so the acquittance follows.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Cymbeline</cite>, V, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1118" date="1611">
    <p>
      POLIXENES: And therefore, like a cipher,
      <br />
       Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
      <br />
       With one 'We thank you' many thousands more
      <br />
       That go before it.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1119" date="1611">
    <p>
      POLIXENES: We were, fair queen,
      <br />
       Two lads that thought there was no more behind
      <br />
       But such a day tomorrow as today,
      <br />
       And to be boy eternal.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1120" date="1611">
    <p>
      POLIXENES: What we changed
      <br />
       Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
      <br />
       The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd
      <br />
       That any did.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1121" date="1611">
    <p>
      HERMIONE: Cram's with praise, and make's
      <br />
       As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless
      <br />
       Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
      <br />
       Our praises are our wages. You may ride's
      <br />
       With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
      <br />
       With spur we beat an acre.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1122" date="1611">
    <p>
      LEONTES: Is whispering nothing?
      <br />
       Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
      <br />
       Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
      <br />
       Of laughter with a sigh? -- a note infallible
      <br />
       Of breaking honesty! -- horsing foot on foot?
      <br />
       Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
      <br />
       Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes
      <br />
       Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
      <br />
       That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
      <br />
       Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing,
      <br />
       The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
      <br />
       My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings,
      <br />
       If this be nothing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1123" date="1611">
    <p>
      CAMILLO: You may as well
      <br />
       Forbid the sea for to obey the moon
      <br />
       As or by oath remove or counsel shake
      <br />
       The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
      <br />
       Is piled upon his faith and will continue
      <br />
       The standing of his body.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1124" date="1611">
    <p>
      MAMILLIUS: A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites
and goblins.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1125" date="1611">
    <p>
      LEONTES: There may be in the cup
      <br />
       A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,
      <br />
       And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
      <br />
       Is not infected: but if one present
      <br />
       The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
      <br />
       How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
      <br />
       With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1126" date="1611">
    <p>
      HERMIONE: The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
      <br />
       I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
      <br />
       But know not how it went.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1127" date="1611">
    <p>
      PAULINA: What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1128" date="1611">
    <p>
      Exit, pursued by a bear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source>Stage direction in <cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1129" date="1611">
    <p>
      SHEPHERD: I would there were no age between sixteen and
three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is
nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the
ancientry, stealing, fighting.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1130" date="1611">
    <p>
      TIME: I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror
      <br />
       Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error,
      <br />
       Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
      <br />
       To use my wings.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1131" date="1611">
    <p>
      PERDITA: For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
      <br />
       Seeming and savour all the winter long.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1132" date="1611">
    <p>
      POLIXENES: Yet nature is made better by no mean
      <br />
       But nature makes that mean.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1133" date="1611">
    <p>
      PERDITA: Here's flowers for you;
      <br />
       Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
      <br />
       The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
      <br />
       And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
      <br />
       Of middle summer, and I think they are given
      <br />
       To men of middle age.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1134" date="1611">
    <p>
      PERDITA: Sure this robe of mine does change my disposition.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1135" date="1611">
    <p>
      CAMILLO: I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
      <br />
       And only live by gazing.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1136" date="1611">
    <p>
      PERDITA: O Proserpina,
      <br />
       For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
      <br />
       From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
      <br />
       That come before the swallow dares, and take
      <br />
       The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
      <br />
       But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
      <br />
       Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses
      <br />
       That die unmarried, ere they can behold
      <br />
       Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
      <br />
       Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
      <br />
       The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
      <br />
       The flower-de-luce being one.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1137" date="1611">
    <p>
      FLORIZEL: When you do dance, I wish you
      <br />
       A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
      <br />
       Nothing but that, move still, still so,
      <br />
       And own no other function.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1138" date="1611">
    <p>
      FLORIZEL: Old sir, I know
      <br />
       She prizes not such trifles as these are:
      <br />
       The gifts she looks from me are pack'd and lock'd
      <br />
       Up in my heart; which I have given already,
      <br />
       But not deliver'd.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1139" date="1611">
    <p>
      FLORIZEL: Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
      <br />
       Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or
      <br />
       The close earth wombs or the profound seas hide
      <br />
       In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
      <br />
       To this my fair beloved.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1140" date="1611">
    <p>
      FLORIZEL: But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
      <br />
       To what we wildly do, so we profess
      <br />
       Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
      <br />
       Of every wind that blows.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1141" date="1611">
    <p>
      CAMILLO: Prosperity's the very bond of love,
      <br />
       Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
      <br />
       Affliction alters.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1142" date="1611">
    <p>
      AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth
thrive.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1143" date="1611">
    <p>
      SERVANT: He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1144" date="1611">
    <p>
      AUTOLYCUS: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;
      <br />
       Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1145" date="1611">
    <p>
      AUTOLYCUS: How blessed are we that are not simple men!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, IV, iv</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1146" date="1611">
    <p>
      CLEOMENES: Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
      <br />
       With them forgive yourself.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1147" date="1611">
    <p>
      SECOND GENTLEMAN: How goes it now, sir? This news which is
called true is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong
suspicion.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Winter's Tale</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1148" date="1611">
    <p>
      GONZALO: Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre
of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above
be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1149" date="1611">
    <p>
      MIRANDA: If by your art, my dearest father, you have
      <br />
       Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1150" date="1611">
    <p>
      MIRANDA: You have often
      <br />
       Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
      <br />
       And left me to a bootless inquisition,
      <br />
       Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1151" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: The hour's now come;
      <br />
       The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1152" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: But how is it
      <br />
       That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
      <br />
       In the dark backward and abysm of time?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1153" date="1611">
    <p>
      MIRANDA: Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1154" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1155" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: So, of his gentleness,
      <br />
       Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
      <br />
       From mine own library with volumes that
      <br />
       I prize above my dukedom.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1156" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: By my prescience
      <br />
       I find my zenith doth depend upon
      <br />
       A most auspicious star, whose influence
      <br />
       If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
      <br />
       Will ever after droop.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1157" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
      <br />
       To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
      <br />
       To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
      <br />
       On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
      <br />
       Ariel and all his quality.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1158" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: The king's son, Ferdinand,
      <br />
       With hair up-staring, -- then like reeds, not hair, --
      <br />
       Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
      <br />
       And all the devils are here.'
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1159" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: The time 'twixt six and now must by us both be spent
most preciously.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1160" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: I prithee,
      <br />
       Remember I have done thee worthy service;
      <br />
       Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
      <br />
       Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
      <br />
       To bate me a full year.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1161" date="1611">
    <p>
      MIRANDA: The strangeness of your story put heaviness in me.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1162" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1163" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
      <br />
       With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
      <br />
       Drop on you both!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1164" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: When thou camest first,
      <br />
       Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
      <br />
       Water with berries in't, and teach me how
      <br />
       To name the bigger light, and how the less,
      <br />
       That burn by day and night.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1165" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: When thou didst not, savage,
      <br />
       Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
      <br />
       A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
      <br />
       With words that made them known.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1166" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: You taught me language; and my profit on't
      <br />
       Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
      <br />
       For learning me your language!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1167" date="1611">
    <p>
      FERDINAND: This music crept by me upon the waters,
      <br />
       Allaying both their fury and my passion
      <br />
       With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
      <br />
       Or it hath drawn me rather.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1168" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: Full fathom five thy father lies;
      <br />
       Of his bones are coral made;
      <br />
       Those are pearls that were his eyes:
      <br />
       Nothing of him that doth fade
      <br />
       But doth suffer a sea-change
      <br />
       Into something rich and strange.
      <br />
       Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
      <br />
       Hark! now I hear them, -- Ding-dong, bell.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1169" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: They are both in either's powers; but this swift
business
      <br />
       I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
      <br />
       Make the prize light.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1170" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Thou dost here usurp
      <br />
       The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
      <br />
       Upon this island as a spy, to win it
      <br />
       From me, the lord on't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1171" date="1611">
    <p>
      MIRANDA: There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
      <br />
       If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
      <br />
       Good things will strive to dwell with't.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1172" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
      <br />
       Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
      <br />
       The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
      <br />
       Wherein the acorn cradled.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1173" date="1611">
    <p>
      FERDINAND: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
      <br />
       My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
      <br />
       The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
      <br />
       To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
      <br />
       Might I but through my prison once a day
      <br />
       Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
      <br />
       Let liberty make use of; space enough
      <br />
       Have I in such a prison.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, I, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1174" date="1611">
    <p>
      GONZALO: Here is everything advantageous to life.
    </p>
    <p>
      ANTONIO: True; save means to live.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1175" date="1611">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
      <br />
       And by that destiny to perform an act
      <br />
       Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
      <br />
       In yours and my discharge.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1176" date="1611">
    <p>
      SEBASTIAN: But, for your conscience?
    </p>
    <p>
      ANTONIO: Ay, sir; where lies that?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1177" date="1611">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: But I feel not
      <br />
       This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
      <br />
       That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
      <br />
       And melt ere they molest!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1178" date="1611">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: For all the rest, they'll take suggestion as a cat laps
milk.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1179" date="1611">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: They'll tell the clock to any business that we say
befits the hour.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1180" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: While you here do snoring lie,
      <br />
       Open-eyed conspiracy
      <br />
       His time doth take.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1181" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: If of life you keep a care,
      <br />
       Shake off slumber, and beware:
      <br />
       Awake, awake!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1182" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: All the infections that the sun sucks up
      <br />
       From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
      <br />
       By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
      <br />
       And yet I needs must curse.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1183" date="1611">
    <p>
      TRINCULO: Any strange beast there makes a man: when they will
not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lazy out ten to
see a dead Indian.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1184" date="1611">
    <p>
      TRINCULO: Misery acquaints a man with
      <br />
       strange bed-fellows.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, II, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1185" date="1611">
    <p>
      FERDINAND: There be some sports are painful, and their labour
      <br />
       Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
      <br />
       Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
      <br />
       Point to rich ends.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1186" date="1611">
    <p>
      FERDINAND: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
      <br />
       Than you should such dishonour undergo,
      <br />
       While I sit lazy by.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1187" date="1611">
    <p>
      TRINCULO: They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three
of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1188" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: Remember
      <br />
       First to possess his books; for without them
      <br />
       He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
      <br />
       One spirit to command: they all do hate him
      <br />
       As rootedly as I.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1189" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
      <br />
       Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
      <br />
       Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
      <br />
       Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
      <br />
       That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
      <br />
       Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
      <br />
       The clouds methought would open and show riches
      <br />
       Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
      <br />
       I cried to dream again.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1190" date="1611">
    <p>
      SEBASTIAN: Now I will believe
      <br />
       That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
      <br />
       There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
      <br />
       At this hour reigning there.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1191" date="1611">
    <p>
      ANTONIO: Travellers ne'er did lie, though fools at home condemn
'em.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1192" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
      <br />
       And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
      <br />
       Their proper selves.
      <br />

    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1193" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: I and my fellows
      <br />
       Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
      <br />
       Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
      <br />
       Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
      <br />
       Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
      <br />
       One dowle that's in my plume.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1194" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: If you could hurt,
      <br />
       Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
      <br />
       And will not be uplifted.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1195" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
      <br />
       Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had devouring.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1196" date="1611">
    <p>
      ALONSO: O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
      <br />
       Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
      <br />
       The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
      <br />
       That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
      <br />
       The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
      <br />
       Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
      <br />
       I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
      <br />
       And with him there lie mudded.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, III, iii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1197" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
      <br />
       And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
      <br />
       Each one, tripping on his toe,
      <br />
       Will be here with mop and mow.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1198" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
      <br />
       Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
      <br />
       To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
      <br />
       Or else, good night your vow!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1199" date="1611">
    <p>
      CERES: Why hath thy queen
      <br />
       Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1200" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
      <br />
       As I foretold you, were all spirits and
      <br />
       Are melted into air, into thin air:
      <br />
       And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
      <br />
       The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
      <br />
       The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
      <br />
       Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
      <br />
       And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
      <br />
       Leave not a rack behind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1201" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: We are such stuff
      <br />
       As dreams are made on, and our little life
      <br />
       Is rounded with a sleep.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1202" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Sir, I am vex'd;
      <br />
       Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
      <br />
       Be not disturb'd with my infirmity.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1203" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: A turn or two I'll walk, to still my beating mind.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1204" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
      <br />
       Nurture can never stick.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, IV, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1205" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
hear a foot fall.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>,</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1206" date="1611">
    <p>
      CALIBAN: We shall lose our time,
      <br />
       And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
      <br />
       With foreheads villanous low.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>,</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1207" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Now does my project gather to a head:
      <br />
       My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
      <br />
       Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1208" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: Your charm so strongly works 'em
      <br />
       That if you now beheld them, your affections
      <br />
       Would become tender.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1209" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
      <br />
       Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
      <br />
       One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
      <br />
       Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1210" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the
quick,
      <br />
       Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury
      <br />
       Do I take part: the rarer action is
      <br />
       In virtue than in vengeance.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1211" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: I have bedimm'd
      <br />
       The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
      <br />
       And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
      <br />
       Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
      <br />
       Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
      <br />
       With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
      <br />
       Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
      <br />
       The pine and cedar: graves at my command
      <br />
       Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
      <br />
       By my so potent art.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1212" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROMONTORY: I'll break my staff,
      <br />
       Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
      <br />
       And deeper than did ever plummet sound
      <br />
       I'll drown my book.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1213" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: A solemn air and the best comforter
      <br />
       To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
      <br />
       Now useless, boil'd within thy skull!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1214" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: The charm dissolves apace,
      <br />
       And as the morning steals upon the night,
      <br />
       Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
      <br />
       Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
      <br />
       Their clearer reason.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1215" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Their understanding
      <br />
       Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
      <br />
       Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
      <br />
       That now lies foul and muddy.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1216" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
      <br />
       In a cowslip's bell I lie;
      <br />
       There I couch when owls do cry.
      <br />
       On the bat's back I do fly
      <br />
       After summer merrily.
      <br />
       Merrily, merrily shall I live now
      <br />
       Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1217" date="1611">
    <p>
      MIRANDA: How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
      <br />
       That has such people in't!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1218" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: There, sir, stop:
      <br />
       Let us not burthen our remembrance with
      <br />
       A heaviness that's gone.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1219" date="1611">
    <p>
      GONZALO: O, rejoice
      <br />
       Beyond a common joy, and set it down
      <br />
       With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
      <br />
       Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
      <br />
       And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
      <br />
       Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
      <br />
       In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
      <br />
       When no man was his own.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1220" date="1611">
    <p>
      ARIEL: Was't well done?
    </p>
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1221" date="1611">
    <p>
      STEPHANO: Every man shift for all the rest, and
      <br />
       let no man take care for himself; for all is
      <br />
       but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1222" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1223" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: And thence retire me to my Milan, where
      <br />
       Every third thought shall be my grave.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1224" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: My Ariel, chick,
      <br />
       That is thy charge: then to the elements
      <br />
       Be free, and fare thou well!
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1225" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
      <br />
       And what strength I have's mine own,
      <br />
       Which is most faint.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, epilogue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1226" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Now, 'tis true,
      <br />
       I must be here confined by you,
      <br />
       Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
      <br />
       Since I have my dukedom got
      <br />
       And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
      <br />
       In this bare island by your spell;
      <br />
       But release me from my bands
      <br />
       With the help of your good hands:
      <br />
       Gentle breath of yours my sails
      <br />
       Must fill, or else my project fails,
      <br />
       Which was to please.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, epilogue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1227" date="1611">
    <p>
      PROSPERO: Now I want
      <br />
       Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
      <br />
       And my ending is despair,
      <br />
       Unless I be relieved by prayer,
      <br />
       Which pierces so that it assaults
      <br />
       Mercy itself and frees all faults.
      <br />
       As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
      <br />
       Let your indulgence set me free.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>The Tempest</cite>, epilogue</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1228" date="1612">
    <p>
      WOLSEY: I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
      <br />
       And, from that full meridian of my glory,
      <br />
       I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
      <br />
       Like a bright exhalation m the evening,
      <br />
       And no man see me more.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry VIII</cite>, III, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1229" date="1612">
    <p>
      GRIFFITH: Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
      <br />
       We write in water.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry VIII</cite>, IV, ii</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1230" date="1612">
    <p>
      GARDINER: Affairs that walk,
      <br />
       As they say spirits do, at midnight have
      <br />
       In them a wilder nature than the business
      <br />
       That seeks dispatch by day.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source><cite>Henry VIII</cite>, V, i</source>
  </quotation>
  <quotation id="q1231">
    <p>
      Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear
      <br />
       To dig the dust enclosèd here.
      <br />
       Blessed be the man that spares these stones
      <br />
       And cursed be he that moves my bones.
    </p>
      <author rdf:resource="http://dbpedia.org/resource/William_Shakespeare"></author>
      <source>Epitaph on Shakespeare's grave at Stratford</source>
  </quotation>
</quotations>