If you were a Shakespeare quote

Ms. Haiku

which one would you be? I like the one in my sig line. I still have some fears to address, but all in good time. There's bunches of websites with Shakespeare quotes - have a look, and post the one that fits you.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Am I on drugs or has your name changed yet again? :eek:


I would be "a tale /Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/Signifying nothing", of course.

Ms. Haiku

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Am I on drugs or has your name changed yet again? :eek:


I would be "a tale /Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/Signifying nothing", of course.

No, I'm the one on drugs . . . actually caffeine. I changed my name again. The sunrise part was too chock full of goodness. I wanted something a little spirited -

That's Ms. Haiku to you, buster;)

Where's that quote from?

FinsburyParkCarrots

It's from Macbeth.

FinsburyParkCarrots

MACBETH
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.

Re-enter SEYTON

Wherefore was that cry?

SEYTON
The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

mrwalkerb

"the plays the thing"
if only becasue I don't know a lot of quotes I have to bust up the mad cliche

dunkman

I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
That summons you to heaven, or to hell

Being Enlightened

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes."

--Portia from Merchant of Venice (Act IV, Scene I)

Ms. Haiku

So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent.

Sonnet 76
Kindof ironic in this thread, eh?

FinsburyParkCarrots

Slightly off-topic, imagine being described as

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.


That's Kent's estimation of Oswald, to his face, in King Lear, my favourite Shakespeare play. If you ever need to insult someone, take a tip from the bard.

olderman

Ms. Haiku, indeed

from the sonnet below:

But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.

---

Sonnet XCI (that's 91 )

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest:
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away and me most wretched make.

twin1

Being Enlightened wrote:

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes."

--Portia from Merchant of Venice (Act IV, Scene I)

BE's choice is more up my alley and the way I think.

Ms. Haiku

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

--From Much Ado About Nothing (III, i, 106)

trappedinmyradio

Ms. Haiku wrote:

which one would you be? I like the one in my sig line. I still have some fears to address, but all in good time. There's bunches of websites with Shakespeare quotes - have a look, and post the one that fits you.

"Oh, I am fortune's fool!"

Ms. Haiku

Now go we in content
To liberty, and not to banishment.

--From As You Like It (I, iii, 139-14)

eMMI

maybe:
"the rest is silence"
from Hamlet.

I'm too lazy to look up its exact place..
or if not that, I'd be a sonnet I'm also too lazy yo look up.

twin2

Being Enlightened wrote:

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes."

--Portia from Merchant of Venice (Act IV, Scene I)

This is me as well.

FinsburyParkCarrots

The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

(Midsummer Night's Dream, V.i.7-22)

Ms. Haiku

As good luck would have it.


The Merry Wives of Windsor
- (Act III, Scene V).

DopeBeastie

"Out, damned spot! out, I say!" - (Act V, Scene I).. Macbeth

Ms. Haiku

Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.

(Act I, Scene IV). Measure for Measure