Quotes About Power

That in the captain's but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

I found you as a morsel, cold uponDead Caesar's trencher.

A falcon, towering in her pride of place,Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

And sometimes we are devils to ourselvesWhen we will tempt the frailty of our powers,Presuming on their changeful potency.

Have you not made a universal shout,That Tiber trembled underneath her banks,To hear the replication of your soundsMade in her concave shores?

So every bondman in his own hand bearsThe power to cancel his captivity.

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark youHis absolute "shall"?

It faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,The bird of dawning singeth all night long;And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Come, seeling night,Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,And with thy bloody and invisible handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood.

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be untilGreat Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillShall come against him.

Thou [Death] setter up and plucker down of kings.

Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.

The bloody book of lawYou shall yourself read in the bitter letterAfter your own sense.

A little touch of Harry in the night.

Come the three corners of the world in arms,And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,If England to itself do rest but true.

A politician… one that would circumvent God.

To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke.

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the north star.

For how can tyrants safely govern home,Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?

Let not women's weapons, waterdrops,Stain my man's cheeks!

Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flownHis cloister'd flight, ere, to black Hecate's summonsThe shard-borne beetle with his drowsy humsHath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be doneA deed of dreadful note.

For to be wise, and love,Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

But this rough magicI here abjure.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied night,That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"The jaws of darkness do devour it up:So quick bright things come to confusion.