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Hark Quotes by William Shakespeare
- A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark,…
- Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!
- When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welking with his big-swoln…
- Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade,…
- If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad,…
- O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder of all highdesigns, The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in…
More Hark Quotes
- Hark ye, you Cocklyn and la Bouche, I find by strengthening you, I have put a rod into your hands to whip… — Unknown Author
- Hark the herald angels sing 'Glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled' Joyful, all… — Charles Wesley
- Consider the trivial but revealing hallmarks of urban hipsterdom: faux vintage photography, the handlebar mustache, and vinyl record players all hark back… — Peter Thiel
- Hark the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born king. — Charles Wesley
- Hark! She is called, the parting hour is come. Take thy farewell, poor world! Heaven must go home. . . . — Richard Crashaw
- A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon… — William Shakespeare
- Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows! — William Shakespeare
- Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to… — Adelaide Anne Procter
- There cannot be self-restraint in the absence of desire: when there is no adversary, what avails thy courage? Hark, do not castrate… — Rumi
- Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall.… — Ogden Nash
- But children, hark! Your mother would rather, When you arrived, have been your father. — Ogden Nash
- Hark, the Herald Tribune sings, Advertising wondrous things! — Tom Lehrer