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Incontinence: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty: Calls virtue hypocrite: takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there: makes marriage vows As false as dicers' oaths; O, such a deed, As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul; and sweet religion makes— H. iii. 4

A rhapsody of words. O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink? that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again; And salt too little, which may season give To her foul tainted flesh.— M. A. iv. 1

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but (alas!) to make me A fixed figure, for the type of scorn To point his low unmoving finger at,— O. iv. 2

01 0! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds.— O. iv. 2.

Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see ;— 0. i. 3.

She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee, would, thou hadst ne'er been born.— O. iv. 2.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, When the com pulsive ardour gives the charge; Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.— H. iii. 4.

If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.— 0. iii. 3