“Purpose is but the slave to memory, / Of violent birth, but poor validity: / Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, / But fall unshaken when they mellow be.Act III, Scene 2 · ★★★★☆→
“The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, / Black as his purpose, did the night resemble / When he lay couched in the ominous horse, / Hath now this dread and black complexion smear’d / With heraldry more dismal.Act II, Scene 2 · ★★★☆☆→
“Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, / Confederate season, else no creature seeing; / Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, / With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, / Thy natural magic and dire property / On wholesome life usurp immediately.Act III, Scene 2 · ★★★☆☆→
“No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th' world.Act III, Scene 2 · Hamlet · ★★★☆☆→
“A second time I kill my husband dead, / When second husband kisses me in bed.Act III, Scene 2 · ★★★☆☆→
