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by: William Shakespeare

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

--Miranda, Act I, scene ii

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

--Miranda, Act I, scene ii

You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse.

--Caliban, Act I, scene ii

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

--Ariel, Act I, scene ii

What's past is prologue.

--Antonio, Act II, scene i

I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use or metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too, but innocent and pure.

--Gonzalo, Act II, scene i

Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.

--Antonio, Act II, scene i

All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-mail a disease! his spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em: but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometimes like apes, that mow and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.

--Caliban, Act II, scene ii

When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.

--Trinculo, Act II, scene ii

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

--Trinculo, Act II, scene ii

Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
The harmony of their tongue hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil.

--Ferdinand, Act III, scene i

Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.

--Ferdinand, Act III, scene i

Most poor matters point to rich ends.

--Ferdinand, Act III, scene i

Thought is free.

--Stephano, Act III, scene ii

He that dies pays all debts.

--Stephano, Act III, scene ii

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.

--Caliban, Act III, scene ii

I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

--Antonio, Act III, scene iii

The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance.

--Prospero, Act V, scene i

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

--Prospero, Act IV, scene i

I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

--Trinculo, Act V, scene i

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I cough where owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

--Ariel, Act V, scene i

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