Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Harpies Greek Mythology What is a Harpie
They were represented with the head of a fair-haired maiden and the body of a vulture, and were perpetually devoured by the pangs of insatiable hunger, which caused them to torment their victims by robbing them of their food; this they either devoured with great gluttony, or defiled in such a manner as to render it unfit to be eaten.
Their wonderfully rapid flight far surpassed that of birds, or even of the winds themselves. If any mortal suddenly and unaccountably disappeared, the Harpies were believed to have carried him off. Thus they were supposed to have borne away the daughters of King Pandareos to act as servants to the Erinyes.
The Harpies would appear to be personifications of sudden tempests, which, with ruthless violence, sweep over whole districts, carrying off or injuring all before them.
Text:
Myths and Legends of Ancient Greece and Rome
Author: E.M. Berens
Published: 1880
The Project Gutenberg EBook
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE QUOTES
William Shakespeare Quotes
A blinking idiot
A dish fit for the gods
A feast of languages
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are
subdued, and neither party loser.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they
have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many
parts, his acts being seven ages.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the
excuse.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books
in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with
words.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrust upon them. Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Boldness be my friend.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
A hit, a very palpable hit
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
A king of infinite space
A lean and hungry look
A long farewell to all my greatness
A pair of star-crossed lovers
A plague on both your houses
A pound of flesh
A round unvarnished tale
A sorry sight
A spotless reputation
A thousand times good night
A tower of strength
Alas, poor Yorick
All that glisters is not gold
All the infections that the sun sucks up
All the worlds a stage An improbable fiction
An itching palm
And thus I clothe my naked villany
Antic disposition
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods
Asses are made to bear, and so are you
Bated breath
Be not afraid of greatness
Beware the ides of March
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Brave new world
Breathe life into a stone
Breathe ones last
Brevity is the soul of wit
Brief authority
Budge an inch
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans
eyes.
By that sin fell the angels.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with
their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of
death but once.
Death is a fearful thing. Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.
Exceeds mans might: that dwells with the gods above.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who
neer loved them.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little
ones.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Cakes and ale
Caviar to the general
Chance may crown me
Chaos is come again
Come, lets away to prison; We two alone will sing
Cowards die many times before their deaths
Cruel to be kind Cudgel thy brains
Dancing days
Done to death by slanderous tongue
Double, double toil and trouble
Et tu, Brute?
Every inch a king
Eye of newt, and toe of frog
Fair play
Flaming youth
For goodness sake
Foregone conclusion
Fortunes fool
Frailty, thy name is woman
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Full circle
Get thee to a nunnery
Gilded monuments
Give me my robe, put on my crown
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural. He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o the flatterer.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a
naughty world.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but
by degrees?
How sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thankless child!
How well hes read, to reason against reading!
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
I bear a charmed life.
I dote on his very absence.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me
sad and to travel for it too!
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must
play a part, And mine is a sad one.
Good riddance
Hath not a Jew eyes?
He hath eaten me out of house and home
He hath given his empire
Heart on my sleeve Her infinite variety
Heres ado to lock up honesty
Hes mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf
Hob nob
Hoist with his own petard
Hold a mirror up to nature
Household words
How now? A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
How poor are they that have not patience!
How sharper than a serpents tooth
I am constant as the northern star
I am dying, Egypt, dying
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua
I follow him to serve my turn upon him
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking
I have no other but a womans reason
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano
I like not fair terms and a villains mind.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will
of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I was adored once too.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to
nothing with perpetual motion.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been
churches, and poor mens cottage princes palaces.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to
live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and
which will not, speak then unto me.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you
poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to
heaven.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you
If music be the food of love, play on
In my heart of hearts In my minds eye
Infirm of purpose
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest
course.
Let no such man be trusted.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious
dear than life.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour
upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full
of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbld shore, so do our minutes,
hasten to their end.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Is this a dagger which I see before me
Is whispering nothing?
It smells to heaven
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Knock, knock! Whos there?
Laid on with a trowel
Laugh oneself into stitches
Let every eye negotiate for itself
Let Rome in Tiber melt
Let the world slip
Lets kill all the lawyers
Lifes fitful fever
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
Lord, what fools these mortals be
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged,
and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want
everything.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May
when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Mens vows are womens traitors!
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving
virtue.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness,
comfort in despair.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the
uses of this world!
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged,
and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want
everything.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May
when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Mens vows are womens traitors!
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving
virtue.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing. Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness,
comfort in despair.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the
uses of this world!
Make mad the guilty, and appall the free
Masters of their fates
Method in the madness
More honored in the breach
More in sorrow than in anger
More matter with less art
More sinned against than sinning
More than kin and less than kind
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
Neither rhyme nor reason
Not that I lovd Caesar less
Nothing can come of nothing
Nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it
Now go we in content
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! O happy dagger!
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
O true apothecary!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
O, how this spring of love resembleth
O, what men dare do!
Off with his head!
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
On the windy side
Once more unto the breach
One fell swoop
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain
One that loved not wisely but too well
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie
Out, damned spot
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Passing strange
Pomp and circumstance
Prodigious birth
Put money in thy purse
Salad days
Screw your courage to the sticking place
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Short shrift Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
So sweet was never so fatal
So wise so young, they say do never live long
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Something wicked this way comes
Sterner stuff
Strange bedfellows
Strive mightily
Such stuff as dreams are made on
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Sweet mercy is nobilitys true badge.
Talking isnt doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are
not deeds.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such
contempt.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of
sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show
himself what he is and steal out of your company.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Sweets to the sweet
Swift as a shadow
Take physic, pomp
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man
That way madness lies
That within which passes show
The be-all and the end-all
The better part of valor is discretion
The course of true love never did run smooth
The crack of doom The dogs of war
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
The glass of fashion
The green-eyed monster
The lady doth protest too much
The makings of
The man that hath no music in himself
The marriage of true minds
The milk of human kindness
The most unkindest cut of all
The multitudinous seas incarnadine
The noblest Roman of them all
The patient must minister to himself
The plays the thing
The primrose path
The quality of mercy is not strained
The serpents egg
The time is out of joint
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
The wheel is come full circle.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who neer loved them.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to
fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in
miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the
current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
The vasty deep
The whirligig of time
The winter of our discontent
The womans part
The worlds mine oyster
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio
There is a tide in the affairs of men
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache
patiently
Theres many a man has more hair than wit.
Theres no art to find the minds construction in the face.
Theres not a note of mine thats worth the noting.
Theres place and means for every man alive.
They do not love that do not show their love.
They say miracles are past. Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Things won are done, joys soul lies in the doing.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
They did make love to this employment
Think you I am no stronger than my sex
Thinking too precisely on the event
This thing of darkness
Thou art a votary to fond desire
Thrift, thrift, Horatio
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou
canst not then be false to any man.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any
honesty in him.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping? Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
We are times subjects, and time bids be gone.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things
require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which
returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, shes a good wench for this gear.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in
faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how
like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
What is past is prologue.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, hes an enemy to mankind.
Whats done cant be undone.
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would
smell as sweet.
To be, or not to be
To beggar description
To sleep, perchance to dream
To thine own self be true
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Too much of a good thing
Touch of nature
Trippingly on the tongue Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
Unsex me here
Vale of years
Valiant dust
Vaulting ambition
Was ever woman in this humour wood?
We came crying hither
We have seen better days
We should be wood and were not made to woo
We that are true lovers run into
What a piece of work is a man
What light through yonder window breaks?
What the dickens
What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
Whats done is done
Whats gone and whats past help
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose
Whats past is prologue
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father,
both cry.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing. Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to
make love known?
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Women may fall when theres no strength in men.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
When beggars die there are no comets seen
When shall we three meet again
When you do dance, I wish you
Who steals my purse steals trash
Why then tonight let us assay our plot
Why, thats my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee
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A blinking idiot
A dish fit for the gods
A feast of languages
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are
subdued, and neither party loser.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they
have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many
parts, his acts being seven ages.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
An overflow of good converts to bad.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the
excuse.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books
in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with
words.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrust upon them. Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Boldness be my friend.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
A hit, a very palpable hit
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
A king of infinite space
A lean and hungry look
A long farewell to all my greatness
A pair of star-crossed lovers
A plague on both your houses
A pound of flesh
A round unvarnished tale
A sorry sight
A spotless reputation
A thousand times good night
A tower of strength
Alas, poor Yorick
All that glisters is not gold
All the infections that the sun sucks up
All the worlds a stage An improbable fiction
An itching palm
And thus I clothe my naked villany
Antic disposition
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods
Asses are made to bear, and so are you
Bated breath
Be not afraid of greatness
Beware the ides of March
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Brave new world
Breathe life into a stone
Breathe ones last
Brevity is the soul of wit
Brief authority
Budge an inch
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans
eyes.
By that sin fell the angels.
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with
their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of
death but once.
Death is a fearful thing. Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.
Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.
Exceeds mans might: that dwells with the gods above.
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who
neer loved them.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Farewell, fair cruelty.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little
ones.
For I can raise no money by vile means.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Cakes and ale
Caviar to the general
Chance may crown me
Chaos is come again
Come, lets away to prison; We two alone will sing
Cowards die many times before their deaths
Cruel to be kind Cudgel thy brains
Dancing days
Done to death by slanderous tongue
Double, double toil and trouble
Et tu, Brute?
Every inch a king
Eye of newt, and toe of frog
Fair play
Flaming youth
For goodness sake
Foregone conclusion
Fortunes fool
Frailty, thy name is woman
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Full circle
Get thee to a nunnery
Gilded monuments
Give me my robe, put on my crown
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural. He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o the flatterer.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a
naughty world.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but
by degrees?
How sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thankless child!
How well hes read, to reason against reading!
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
I bear a charmed life.
I dote on his very absence.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me
sad and to travel for it too!
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must
play a part, And mine is a sad one.
Good riddance
Hath not a Jew eyes?
He hath eaten me out of house and home
He hath given his empire
Heart on my sleeve Her infinite variety
Heres ado to lock up honesty
Hes mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf
Hob nob
Hoist with his own petard
Hold a mirror up to nature
Household words
How now? A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
How poor are they that have not patience!
How sharper than a serpents tooth
I am constant as the northern star
I am dying, Egypt, dying
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua
I follow him to serve my turn upon him
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking
I have no other but a womans reason
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano
I like not fair terms and a villains mind.
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will
of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I was adored once too.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to
nothing with perpetual motion.
I will praise any man that will praise me.
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been
churches, and poor mens cottage princes palaces.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to
live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and
which will not, speak then unto me.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you
poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to
heaven.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you
If music be the food of love, play on
In my heart of hearts In my minds eye
Infirm of purpose
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest
course.
Let no such man be trusted.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious
dear than life.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour
upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full
of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbld shore, so do our minutes,
hasten to their end.
Listen to many, speak to a few.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
Is this a dagger which I see before me
Is whispering nothing?
It smells to heaven
Journeys end in lovers meeting
Knock, knock! Whos there?
Laid on with a trowel
Laugh oneself into stitches
Let every eye negotiate for itself
Let Rome in Tiber melt
Let the world slip
Lets kill all the lawyers
Lifes fitful fever
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
Lord, what fools these mortals be
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged,
and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want
everything.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May
when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Mens vows are womens traitors!
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving
virtue.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness,
comfort in despair.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the
uses of this world!
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged,
and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want
everything.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May
when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Mens vows are womens traitors!
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving
virtue.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
My pride fell with my fortunes.
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Nothing can come of nothing. Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness,
comfort in despair.
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the
uses of this world!
Make mad the guilty, and appall the free
Masters of their fates
Method in the madness
More honored in the breach
More in sorrow than in anger
More matter with less art
More sinned against than sinning
More than kin and less than kind
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
Neither rhyme nor reason
Not that I lovd Caesar less
Nothing can come of nothing
Nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it
Now go we in content
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! O happy dagger!
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
O true apothecary!
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
O, how this spring of love resembleth
O, what men dare do!
Off with his head!
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
On the windy side
Once more unto the breach
One fell swoop
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain
One that loved not wisely but too well
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie
Out, damned spot
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Passing strange
Pomp and circumstance
Prodigious birth
Put money in thy purse
Salad days
Screw your courage to the sticking place
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Short shrift Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
So sweet was never so fatal
So wise so young, they say do never live long
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
Something wicked this way comes
Sterner stuff
Strange bedfellows
Strive mightily
Such stuff as dreams are made on
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Sweet mercy is nobilitys true badge.
Talking isnt doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are
not deeds.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such
contempt.
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of
sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show
himself what he is and steal out of your company.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired.
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Sweets to the sweet
Swift as a shadow
Take physic, pomp
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man
That way madness lies
That within which passes show
The be-all and the end-all
The better part of valor is discretion
The course of true love never did run smooth
The crack of doom The dogs of war
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
The glass of fashion
The green-eyed monster
The lady doth protest too much
The makings of
The man that hath no music in himself
The marriage of true minds
The milk of human kindness
The most unkindest cut of all
The multitudinous seas incarnadine
The noblest Roman of them all
The patient must minister to himself
The plays the thing
The primrose path
The quality of mercy is not strained
The serpents egg
The time is out of joint
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
The wheel is come full circle.
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who neer loved them.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to
fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in
miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the
current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
The vasty deep
The whirligig of time
The winter of our discontent
The womans part
The worlds mine oyster
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio
There is a tide in the affairs of men
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache
patiently
Theres many a man has more hair than wit.
Theres no art to find the minds construction in the face.
Theres not a note of mine thats worth the noting.
Theres place and means for every man alive.
They do not love that do not show their love.
They say miracles are past. Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
Things won are done, joys soul lies in the doing.
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
They did make love to this employment
Think you I am no stronger than my sex
Thinking too precisely on the event
This thing of darkness
Thou art a votary to fond desire
Thrift, thrift, Horatio
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
To do a great right do a little wrong.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou
canst not then be false to any man.
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any
honesty in him.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping? Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
We are times subjects, and time bids be gone.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things
require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which
returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Well, if Fortune be a woman, shes a good wench for this gear.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in
faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how
like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.
What is past is prologue.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, hes an enemy to mankind.
Whats done cant be undone.
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would
smell as sweet.
To be, or not to be
To beggar description
To sleep, perchance to dream
To thine own self be true
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Too much of a good thing
Touch of nature
Trippingly on the tongue Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
Unsex me here
Vale of years
Valiant dust
Vaulting ambition
Was ever woman in this humour wood?
We came crying hither
We have seen better days
We should be wood and were not made to woo
We that are true lovers run into
What a piece of work is a man
What light through yonder window breaks?
What the dickens
What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
Whats done is done
Whats gone and whats past help
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose
Whats past is prologue
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father,
both cry.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing. Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to
make love known?
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Women may fall when theres no strength in men.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
When beggars die there are no comets seen
When shall we three meet again
When you do dance, I wish you
Who steals my purse steals trash
Why then tonight let us assay our plot
Why, thats my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee
Wild-goose chase
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Hooked on Hops
Hops Humulus lupulus have an impressive ability to climb supports - either up other plants or, in the case of cultivated hops, up poles in hop gardens. Charles Darwin devoted a lot of time to studying the way in which their shoot tips rotate as they grow (by the process of circumnutation), seeking out objects to coil around (you can read more about his experiments here). Theres more to hops climbing ability than circumnutation and rapid growth, however - their stems are clothed in very distinctive epidermal hairs (trichomes) that act as grappling hooks, securing their grip on supporting structures.
The hop trichomes that are adapted for climbing have a very distinctive anvil shape - you can see them here, at low magnification, on either side of a hop leaf petiole.
At higher magnification the anvil shape is very distinctive, something noted ....
.... by the botanist Anton Kerner von Marilaun in his Natural History of Plants (1895).
Hops have been cultivated for centuries, primarily for the resins produced by their epidermal glands, mainly at the base of the bracts in the female flowers but also on other parts of the plant, including the underside of the leaf. In the photograph above you can see the minute gold drops of resin on the lower surface of a hop leaf. The resins are converted to bitter isohumulones during the brewing process, adding a distinctive flavour to beer.
PLANET REVEALS! Version 1
How many of you crazy for news from the universe? Well, every news is from the universe, but most of it is from your planet. What if it is from some outer planet? Yes, you already know that water has been discovered in the soil of Mars, HERE ARE THE DETAILS –
Water on Mars exists today almost exclusively as ice, and is located in the Martian polar ice caps and under the shallow Martian surface even at more temperate latitudes. More than five million square km of ice has been identified on the surface of modern Mars, which is enough to cover the whole planet to a depth of 35 meters. Even more is likely to be locked away in the deep subsurface. A small amount of water vapour is present in the atmosphere.
There are no bodies of liquid water on the Martian surface because its atmospheric pressure at the surface averages 600 Pascal (0.087 psi) —about 0.6% of Earths mean sea level pressure— and because the temperature is far too low, (210 K (−63 °C)) leading to immediate freezing. Despite this, about 3.8 billion years ago,there was a denser atmosphere, higher temperature, and vast amounts of liquid water flowed on the surface, possibly including large oceans. It has been estimated that the primordial oceans on Mars could have covered around one third of the planet. Water has also apparently flowed across the surface for short periods at various intervals more recently in Marss history.
AN ARTISTS IMPRESSION OF HOW ANCIENT MARS LOOKED LIKE
There are a number of direct and indirect proofs of water presence either on or under the surface, e.g. dry stream beds, polar caps, glaciers, radar and spectroscopic measurements, eroded craters and weathered minerals directly connected to the past existence of liquid water. Several Mars orbiters have detected the basins of ancient lakes, ancient river valleys, and evidence of widespread glaciations, while several landers and rovers directly analyzed soil and water ice from the shallow sub-surface.
Although the surface of Mars was wet and could have been hospitable to microbial life billions of years ago,the present damaging effect of ionising radiation on cellular structure is one of the prime limiting factors on the survival of life on the surface.
DRIED CHANNELS IN WARREGO VALLES IN MARS
Therefore, the best potential locations for discovering life on Mars may be at subsurface environments.
Credit : Wikipedia and Physics.org
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COLON CANCER COULD SURGE AMONG YOUNG PEOPLE
WASHINGTON: Colorectal cancer among individuals under 34 may about twofold in the course of the following 15 years, raising new worries about how to battle this deadly cancer, scientists said.
Obesity, lack of exercises and western diet of young people are blamed for the rise of this disease in the findings. Scientists are saying that young people would have to change their lifestyles as the colon cancer will increase day by day.
The principal investigator George Chang added, "We are observing the potential real impact of colorectal cancer among young people if no changes are made in public education and prevention efforts.”
By 2030, more than one in 10 colon cancer and just about one in four rectal growths will be diagnosed in patients youthful than 50, said the study. The shocking statistics of the findings are almost 137,000 individuals will be diagnosed with colorectal cancer in the United States this year and over 50,000 will pass away due to this disease.
The study did not recommend any change to screening rules; however said doctors ought to be mindful of symptoms that may generally be dismissed in youthful individuals.
"Accepting that this expanding occurrence of colorectal malignancy in young people is a true sensation, it makes you wonder of why this is happening and what one ought to do about it," Turaga wrote.
As more colonoscopies could prompt higher expenses without much advantage, "this report ought to empower opportunities for advancement of better risk prediction devices," Turaga said.
This article was published in the Journal of the American Medical Association Surgery and the study was based on a record of more than 393,000 patients with affirmed colorectal cancer between 1975 and 2010.
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