"Great floods have flown From simple sources; and great seas have dried, When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises."

"My friends were poor, but honest."

"I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola."

"He must needs go, that the devil drives."

"Service is no heritage."

"His good remembrance, sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; So in approof lives not his epitaph, As in your royal speech."

"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven."

"The hind, that would be mated by the lion, Must die for love."

"'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it."

"Be thou blest, Bertram; and succeed thy father In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life’s key: be check’d for silence, But never tax’d for speech. What heaven more will That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head!"

"Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country."

"I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad."

"I have gained my experience."

"It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects; and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness."

"If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Here shall he see Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me."

"Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i’ the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather."

"I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs."

"Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather."

"My master is of churlish disposition And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality."

"I shall ne’er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it."

"If thou remember’st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved:"

"Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place: but travellers must be content."

"Master, go on, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty."

"But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry."

"O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion."

"Antonio: Where is the master, boatswain? Boatswain: Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins; you do assist the storm. Gonzalo: Nay, good, be patient. Boatswain: When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin! silence! Trouble us not. Gonzalo: Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boatswain: None that I more love than myself. You are counsellor; — if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more. Use your authority; if you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap."

"The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies."

"What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?"

"Miranda: You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding, Stay; not yet. Prospero: The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear."

"Miranda: If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'd! Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her. Prospero: Be collected; No more amazement; tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. Miranda: O, woe the day! Prospero: No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee — Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter."

"Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground — long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death."

"All lost! to prayers, to prayers! All lost!"

"A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!"

"I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows."

"I think we're supposed to identify with Prospero and Miranda, but I was disturbed by Ariel's servitude and Caliban's slavery; and even though Prospero eventually pardons Caliban, I had trouble with the play's relentless mockery of Caliban as a "savage.""

"Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free."