“ These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; this bloody man, the care on't. ”
William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (1623). copy citation
| Author | William Shakespeare |
|---|---|
| Source | Cymbeline |
| Topic | flower pleasure world |
| Date | 1623 |
| Language | English |
| Reference | |
| Note | Written between 1609 and 1611 |
| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1133/pg1133-images.html |
Context
“can it be six mile yet?
I have gone all night. Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
But, soft! no bedfellow. O gods and goddesses!
[Seeing the body] These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream;
For so I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures. But 'tis not so;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes
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I have gone all night. Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
But, soft! no bedfellow. O gods and goddesses!
[Seeing the body] These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream;
For so I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures. But 'tis not so;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes
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