Fading Ripples
Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
-Henry VIII,
Act IV, Scene ii

Men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
-Henry VIII,
Act IV, Scene ii

Thou sodden-witted lord!
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
-Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver’d boy.
-Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii

Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
-Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv

A fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain.
–A Lover’s Complaint

He was a fool;
For he would needs be virtuous…Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip’d by meaner persons.
–Henry VIII,
Act II, Scene ii

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.
This news is old enough, yet it is every day’s news.
-Measure for Measure,
Act III, Scene ii