Cymbeline Quotes

“Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!”
― William Shakespeare, Cymbeline

“Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.”
― William Shakespeare

“I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better.”
― Shakespeare

“I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
Have turn'd mine eye and wept.”
― Shakespeare