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Shakespeare quotes on birthGo to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no true traveller; you are more saucy with lords and honourable personages than the commission of your birth and virtue gives you heraldry Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will; but you must fear, His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together, And in this private plot be we the first That shall salute our rightful sovereign With honour of his birthright to the crown If thou that bid'st me be content wert grim, Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb, Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains, Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious, Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks, I would not care, I then would be content; For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, When great things labouring perish in their birth Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our downfall'n birthdom But not for that dream I on this strange course, But on this travail look for greater birth Which to recure, we heartily solicit Your gracious self to take on you Source: KING RICHARD III O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities; For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give; Nor aught so good but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse And suddenly; where injury of chance Puts back leave-taking, justles roughly by All time of pause, rudely beguiles our lips Of all rejoindure, forcibly prevents Our lock'd embrasures, strangles our dear vows Even in the birth of our own labouring breath He shall conceal it Whiles you are willing it shall come to note, What time we will our celebration keep According to my birth There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding as She is i' th' rear o' our birth Had our prince, Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair'd Well with this lord; there was not full a month Between their births Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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