William Shakespeare, King Lear Quotes
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.
Mum, mum, He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, Weary of all, shall want some.
Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.
GLOUCESTERNow, good sir, what are you?EDGARA most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrowsAm pregnant to good pity.
Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.
The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious.
Time shall unfold what pleated cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
I profess myself an enemy to all other joys, which the most precious square of sense possesses, and find I am alone felicitate in your dear highness love.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst.