O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra
-- Act iv, Sc. 15
The soldier's pole is fallen.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra
-- Act iv, Sc. 15
Related:
- I am dying, Egypt, dying.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Antony and Cleopatra -- Act iv, Sc.... - Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Antony and Cleopatra -- Act iv, Sc.... - Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra... - The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Antony and Cleopatra -- Act iv, Sc.... - Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods
Detest my baseness.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra... - To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to 't with delight.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra... - That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns,
and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. --... - This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note,
begins betimes. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616)... - A morsel for a monarch.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Antony and Cleopatra -- Act i, Sc....
