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Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars,
Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers,
Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down,
Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power
So scatter and consume them in his rage,
That not a man should live to rue their fall.*
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
YOUNGER MORTIMER: Base Fortune, now I see, that in thy wheel
There is a point, to which when men aspire,
They tumble headlong down: that point I touch'd,
And, seeing there was no place to mount up higher,
Why shall I grieve at my declining fall?
Farewell, fair queen. Weep not for Mortimer,
That scorns the world, and, as a traveller,
Goes to discover countries yet unknown.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
BARABAS: For religion
Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.
Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
---William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Now I will believe that there are unicorns...
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
So now I have sworn to bury
All this dead body of hate
I feel so free and so clear
By the loss of that dead weight
Alfred, Lord Tennyson