Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 4
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act i, Sc. 4
Related:
- I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
in buckram suits.
I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face... - Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plai... - Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.... - O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known
by, let us call thee devil!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3... - Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore
Should I repent me
but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.... - Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I'd call me us. -- Odgen Nash (1902-1971)... - Tell me, O Octopus, I begs,
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus; If I were thou, I'd call me us. -- Ogden Nash...
