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What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Sep 13, 2025
My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
...lest too light winning make the prize light.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Full fathom five thy father lies
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee And showed thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
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