Quotes About Power

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.

You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

Let me have men about me that are fat, ...Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.

It is excellent To have a giant's strength But it is tyrannous To use it like a giant

If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.

O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?

Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.