Quotes About Contrast

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

I never heardSo musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

What he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

The self-same sun that shines upon his courtHides not his visage from our cottage, butLooks on alike.

Worse than the sun in MarchThis praise doth nourish agues.

Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy.

Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York.

And my large kingdom for a little grave,A little little grave, an obscure grave.

Now is this golden crown like a deep wellThat owes two buckets filling one another;The emptier ever dancing in the air,The other down, unseen and full of water:That bucket down and full of tears am I,Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

Lawn as white as driven snow.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!

Things sweet the taste prove in digestion sour.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

My hope is that I can characterize something with enough emphasis that it is very different from myself, the actor. If

Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.