Monday, 1 December 2014

Hedonistic Antony

Let's not confound the time with conference harsh:
There's not a minute of our lives should stretch
Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight?

Nature of desire

What our contempt doth often hurl from us,
We wish it ours again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering, does become The opposite of itself: she's good, being gone;

About old Caesar

A man who is the abstract of all faults That all men follow.

Love's blindness

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

Friday, 30 May 2014

Ethical approach

Let's see these pockets: the letters... ...Let us see:
Leave, gentle wax; and, manners, blame us not:
To know our enemies' minds, we'ld rip their hearts;
Their papers, is more lawful.

The gods are just

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
....
EDMUND
Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true;
The wheel is come full circle: I am here.