I loved a maid as fair as summer

[tsubame]

Have finished a Clash of Kings at long, long last. Next project: the Amulet of Samarkand.

And taking care of business. Time to get those spent calendar pages out of my desk.



So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, IV.v.22-23

Oh infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling from
The world's great snare uncaught?
Antony and Cleopatra, IV.viii.22-23

Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright.
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light.
Love's Labour's Lost, IV.iii.7

All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
A Midsummer Night's Dream, V.i.238

On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
The Tempest, V.i.97

Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night.
Romeo and Juliet, III.ii.24-26

Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Sonnet XCVIII, 9-12

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Romeo and Juliet, III.i.6

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest, IV.i.168-170

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which is never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
The First Part of King Henry the Sixth, I.ii.139-141

Modest doubt is call'd
The beacon of the wise.
Troilus and Cressida, II.ii.17-18

In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
Antony and Cleopatra, I.ii.7-8

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
As You Like It, I.iii.8

A merry heart goes all the day.
The Winter's Tale, IV.ii.41

Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
Summet XLIV, 7

Conscience does make cowards of us all.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, III.i.93

A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
The Famous History of the Life of King Henry the Eighth, III.ii.452-453

What is man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed?
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, IV.iv.38-40

Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented.
The Tragedy of King Richard the Second, V.v.33-34

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die.
Sonnet XCIV, 9-10

It is thyself, mine own self's better part;
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear hearst's deaer heart;
My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim,
My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
The Comedy of Errors, III.ii.65-68

I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, II.ii.234

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, I.iii.85-87

I do desire we may be better strangers.
As You Like It, III.ii.98

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, II.ii.232

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
Romeo and Juliet, II.iii.39-42

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Twelfth-Night; or, What You Will, III.iv.73

'Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Romeo and Juliet, IV.ii.8

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.
Measure for Measure, I.iv.87-89