All Quotes

"The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown."

"He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. If the sun and moon should doubt They'd immediately go out."

"The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet."

"Every night, and every morn, Some to misery are born. Every morn, and every night, Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to endless night."

"God appears and god is light To those poor souls who dwell in night But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day"

"My specter around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way, My emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin."

"And throughout all eternity I forgive you, you forgive me."

"Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau. Mock on, mock on — 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again."

"Terror in the house does roar, But Pity stands before the door."

"There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet."

"This cabinet is formed of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world And a little lovely moony night."

"For a tear is an intellectual thing, And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King, And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow."

"The Stolen and Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid, of Plato & Cicero, which all men ought to contemn, are set up by artifice against the Sublime of the Bible"

"Rouze up, O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court & the University, who would, if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War."

"And did those feet in ancient time, Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my Bow of burning gold, Bring me my Arrows of desire, Bring me my Spear — O clouds, unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green & pleasant land."

"Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment."

"Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street."

"If you have formed a circle to go into, Go into it yourself and see how you would do."

"The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, "Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth.""

"Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven, I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven."

"Half Friendship is the bitterest Enmity..."

"Every Thing has its Vermin O Spectre of the Sleeping Dead!"

"Poetry Fetter'd. Fetters the Human Race. Nations are Destroy'd, or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry, Painting, and Music are Destroy'd or Flourish!"

"I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend; Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me: Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!"

"Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me. Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task! To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination"

"O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love: Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life! Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages"

"They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by Pity<...>"

"Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder"

"I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Man's; I will not Reason and Compare: my business is to Create."

"Ever Weeping Paddington..."

"For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear, One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away."

"I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free, But that his negligence, his folly, fear, Among the infinite doings of the world, Sometime puts forth. In your affairs, my lord, If ever I were wilfull-negligent, It was my folly; if industriously I play'd the fool, it was my negligence, Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful To do a thing, where I the issue doubted, Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear Which oft infects the wisest. These, my lord, Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty Is never free of. But, beseech your grace, Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass By its own visage; if I then deny it, 'Tis none of mine."

"You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon, As, or by oath remove, or counsel shake The fabric of his folly, whose foundation Is pil'd upon his faith, and will continue The standing of his body."

"I am sure 'tis safer to Avoid what's grown than question how 'tis born."

"This jealousy Is for a precious creature; as she's rare, Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty, Must it be violent: and as he does conceive He is dishonour'd by a man which ever Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me."

"There’s some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are — the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities — but I have That honourable grief lodg’d here, which burns Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The king’s will be perform’d!"

"The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails."

"It shall scarce boot me To say Not guilty; mine integrity Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be so receiv'd. But thus, — if powers divine Behold our human actions (as they do), I doubt not, then, but innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience."

"Leontes: I ne'er heard yet That any of these bolder vices wanted Less impudence to gainsay what they did, Than to perform it first. Hermione: That's true enough; Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me."

"My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light."

"Tell me what blessings I have here alive, That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. But yet hear this; mistake me not; — no life, — I prize it not a straw: — but for mine honour, (Which I would free) if I shall be condemn'd Upon surmises — all proofs sleeping else, But what your jealousies awake, — I tell you 'Tis rigour, and not law. — Your honours all, I do refer me to the oracle: Apollo be my judge!"

"Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice."

"What’s gone, and what’s past help, Should be past grief."

"Exit, pursued by a Bear."

"Heavy matters, heavy matters! But look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself: thou met'st with things dying, I with things new-born."

"I, — that please some, try all; both joy and terror Of good and bad; — that make and unfold error; — Now take upon me, in the name of Time, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime To me or my swift passage, that I slide O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried Of that wide gap, since it is in my power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour To plant and o'erwhelm custom."

"A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles."

"A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a."

"O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let’st fall From Dis’s waggon! Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!"

"When you do dance, I wish you A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that."