Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
Les dames et demoiselles,
O, for a muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!
A kingdom for a stage,
If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
Hear him but reason in divinity,
And all-admiring, with an inward wish
You would desire the King were made a prelate;
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but the saying is true, “The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
And make a moral of the devil himself.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out.
There is throats to be cut, and works to be done.
He hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword.
Would I were in an alehouse in London, I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought.
And, be assur’d, you’ll find a difference,
As we his subjects have in wonder found,
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters now.
’Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
Pick’d from the worm-holes of long-vanish’d days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked.
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle,
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best
Neighbor’d by fruit of baser quality.
All things are ready if our minds be so.
In motion of no less celerity than that of thought.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.