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Tempest: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land: A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements: : If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise?— 0. ii, 1

The night has been unruly; where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down: and, as they say, Lamentings heard i' th' air:-some say the earth— M. ii. 3.

Was feverous, and did shake. The wrathful skies Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard.— K. L. iii. 2.

Flam'd amazement. For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds; The wind-shak'd surge, with high, and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole: I never did like molestation view, On the enchafed flood.— O. ii. 1.

The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.— T. i. 2.

Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth Shakes, like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero! I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen Th' ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, To be exalted with the threatening clouds; But never till to night, never till now, Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven; Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,— J.C. i. 3.

Incenses them to send destruction. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.— W. T. iii. 3

Let the great gods That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand That perjur'd, and thou simular man of virtue, That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life! Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man, More sinn'd against than sinning.— K. L. iii. 2.