Tag: Tragedies

  • September 26

    News Cycle


    Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery:
    nothing else holds fashion.

    Troilus and Cressida,
    Act V, Scene ii

  • September 25

    September 25

    Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding.

  • September 22

    September 22

    The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
    Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
    Than is my deed to my most painted word

  • September 18

    September 18

    Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

  • September 16

    September 16

    Thou art like one of those fellows that
    when he enters the confines of a tavern
    claps me his sword upon the table and says
    ‘God send me no need of thee!’
    and by the operation of the second cup
    draws it on the drawer,
    when indeed there is no need.

  • September 14

    September 14

    Every jack-slave hath his bellyfull of fighting.

  • September 13

    September 13

    You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!