Quotes About Power

My fate cries out,And makes each petty artery in this bodyAs hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere wellIt were done quickly; if the assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catchWith his surcease success; that but this blowMight be the be-all and the end-all here,But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,We'd jump the life to come.

I could a tale unfold whose lightest wordWould 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 an end,Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

Tigers, not daughters.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age,When sometime lofty towers I see down-rasedAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,Increasing store with loss and loss with store.

O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide!

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Out-paramoured the Turk.

The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst cruelty; make thick my blood,Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenThe effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

And it is greatTo do that thing that ends all other deeds,Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change.

O! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,That I am meek and gentle with these butchers;Thou art the ruins of the noblest manThat ever lived in the tide of times.

Were it goodTo set the exact wealth of all our statesAll at one cast? to set so rich a mainOn the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?

I'll put a girdle round about the earthIn forty minutes.

A king of shreds and patches.

But yesterday the word of Caesar mightHave stood against the world; now lies he there,And none so poor to do him reverence.

The strengthOf twenty men.

William Shakespeare

As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.

I may command where I adore.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex,Being so father'd and so husbanded?

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

William Shakespeare

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use, and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.

I am Thane of Cawdor:If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings.