Tag Archives: Shakespeare

Mere Virtue Is Not Enough

Edgar. Draw thy sword, That, if my speech offend a noble heart, Thy arm may do thee justice. Here is mine. Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours, My oath, and my profession. I protest- Maugre thy strength, youth, … Continue reading

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The Liberals’ Holy Ghost

But ‘tis strange; And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles to betray’s In deepest consequence. -Banquo in Macbeth ________ Melville’s statement about the works of Shakespeare – … Continue reading

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For Hearth, for Faith, for the Light of the World

Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. – 2 Timothy 3: 7  __________________________________ A Scottish minister recently proposed that 100,000 Islamic ‘refugees’ should be placed on the Isle of Skye, an island that only … Continue reading

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The Hatred of the World

If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you … Continue reading

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While Memory Holds a Seat

Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not “seems.” ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected … Continue reading

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Hell on Earth

Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, … Continue reading

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The Eyes of the Heart

Old Man. O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father’s tenant, these fourscore years. Glou. Away, get thee away! Good friend, be gone; Thy comforts can do me no good at all; Thee they may hurt. Old Man. You … Continue reading

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