You Be the
Judge
Some of my detractors
have compared me unfavorably with Shakespeare. Well,
theyre certainly entitled to their opinion. I think I turn a pretty good
phrase; but Shakespeare is undeniably good too. The obvious way to settle
this dispute is to quote some of his stuff and let the reading public judge for
themselves.
Good
night, sweet prince; An ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own;
O mighty Caesar! Dost thou lie so low? Tomorrow, and
tomorrow, and tomorrow; Your if is the only
peace-maker; much virtue in if ; So young, and so
untender? In the dark backward and abysm of time;
I am dying, Egypt, dying; the choice and master spirits
of this age; Times thievish progress to
eternity.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke;
For I am nothing if not critical; Taffeta phrases, silken
terms precise; The evil that men do lives after them;
smooth as monumental alabaster; the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner; alms for oblivion;
the surly sullen bell; mischief, thou art afoot;
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round; wise enough
to play the fool; Hear you this Triton of the minnows;
And with old woes new wail my dear times waste.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges;
the kings English; like patience on a
monument; One writ with me in sour misfortunes
book; If music be the food of love, play on; And
art made tongue-tied by authority; A local habitation and a
name; misery acquaints a man with strange
bedfellows; I understand a fury in your words, But not the
words; the worlds mine oyster; O most
lame and impotent conclusion.
Speak low, if you speak love;
cunningst pattern of excelling nature; A Daniel
come to judgment! so light a foot Will neer wear out
the evelasting flint; To be wise, and love, Exceeds
mans might; Present mirth hath present
laughter; Desiring this mans art, and that
mans scope; I am a feather for each wind that
blows; russet yeas and honest kersey noes;
the chronicle of wasted time; Silence is the
perfectest herald of joy.
Othellos occupations gone;
this other Eden, demi-paradise; Come not between the
dragon and his wrath; Bring forth men-children only;
Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desirst;
There is a tide in the affairs of men; a scurvy
politician; Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious
war; What! Will the line stretch out to the crack of
doom? Is it a world to hide virtues in? a
snapper-up of unconsidered trifles; A little touch of Harry in
the night.
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library Was dukedom large enough; midsummer madness;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; made
myself a motley to the view; These blessed candles of the
night; This precious stone set in the silver sea;
full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing; fit for
treasons stratagems, and spoils; The first thing we do,
lets kill all the lawyers.
O tigers heart wrapped in a womans
hide! After lifes fitful fever he sleeps well;
Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice; Few
love to hear the sins they love to act; Antony, that revels
long o nights, Is notwithstanding up; There is a world
elsewhere; Eating the bitter bread of banishment;
a man can die but once; we owe God a death; Sleep
that knits up the raveled sleave of care; And seem a saint
when most I play the devil; Upon what meat doth this our
Caesar feed; Absent thee from felicity a while;
Golden lads and girls; Write sorrow in the bosom of
the earth.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece;
A largess universal, like the sun; the be-all and the
end-all; Whats past is prologue; God
made him, and therefore let him pass for a man; Not a mouse
stirring; We have heard the chimes at midnight;
He that dies pays all debts; Grace me no grace, nor
uncle me no uncles; Macduff was from his mothers
womb Untimely ripped; Commit The oldest sins the newest
kind of ways.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say;
a blinkiing idiot; The devil damn thee black, thou
cream-faced loon! devouring Time; He thinks
too much; such men are dangerous; Wilt thou show the whole
wealth of thy wit in an instant? The world is still deceived with
ornament; as patient as the female dove;
silken, sly, insinuating Jacks; We must not make a
scarecrow of the law; Approach thou like the rugged Russian
bear; Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,
safety.
Well,
there you have it. A fair sampling, I think. Please dont judge him too
harshly.
Joseph Sobran
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