Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust Like diamonds we are cut with our own dust
Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
I account this world a tedious theater, For I do play a part in 't 'gainst my will.
The weakest arm is strong enough that strikes with the sword of justice.
The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.
What a strange creature is a laughing fool, As if a man were created to no use But only to show his teeth.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak, murder shreaks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
I am Duchess of Malfi still.
Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.
Are you out of your princely wits?" What's he? Let me have his beard sawed off and his eyebrows filed more civil!
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.
What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some melancholic distracted man Hath drowned himself in’t.
Think't the best voyage that e'er you made like an irregular crab which, though’t goes backward, thinks that it goes right, because it goes its own way.
Pull and pull strongly for your able strength / Must pull down heaven upon me
We had need to borrow that fantastic glass,invented by Galileo the Florentine To view another spacious world in the moon and look to find a constant woman there
If all my royal kindred Lay in my way unto this marriage, I'ld make them my low foot-steps
I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits; and 'tis found They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways: any way, for heaven-sake
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.
Black-birds fatten best in hard weather
As in this world there are degrees of evils, So in this world there are degrees of devils.
We endure the strokes like anvils or hard steel, Till pain itself make us no pain to feel.
Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.
