Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

Posts tagged “Cartoon

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Out, damned spot! out, I say!


There ‘s daggers in men’s smiles

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none


As he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come


Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men


Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me


Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed

Small things make base men proud


Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer

Delays have dangerous ends


Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

The miserable have no other medicine but only hope


This is the short and the long of it

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is


The world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see


Off with his head!

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told


Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

So wise so young, they say, do never live long


I like not fair terms and a villain’s mind

Why, then the world ‘s mine oyster


How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!

Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.


Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?


The lady doth protest too much, methinks

 


A little more than kin, and less than kind


To be, or not to be: that is the question

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.


This above all: to thine own self be true

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.


THEREFORE THINK HIM AS A SERPENT’S EGG WHICH, HATCH’D, WOULD, AS HIS KIND, GROW MISCHIEVOUS, AND KILL HIM IN THE SHELL.


SET HONOR IN ONE EYE AND DEATH I’ THE OTHER, AND I WILL LOOK ON BOTH INDIFFERENTLY.


A SURGEON TO OLD SHOES

AS PROPER MEN AS EVER TROD UPON NEAT’S LEATHER.


Lil’ Wingy


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