Bosola Flashcards
Rather strove to
satisfy yourself than all the world
Miserable age, where
the only reward for doing well is the doing of it
we are only like dead walls, or
vaulted graves, that, ruined, yields no echo
the devil candies all
sins o’er, and what heaven terms vile that names he complimental
our bodies are weaker than
those paper prisons boys use to keep flies in, more contemptible since ours is to preserve earth worms
much gainst
mine own good nature
your bounty, which makes
men truly noble, e’er should make me a villain
they are rich, and
o’er laden with fruit, but none but crows, pies and caterpillars feed on them
the element of water moistens
the earth, but blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens
do you not weep? Other
sins only speak; murder shrieks out
Can this ambitious age have so much
goodness in’t as to prefer a man merely for worth
you may discern the shape of loveliness
more perfect in her tears than in her smiles (about the Duchess)
