William Shakespeare on Memory
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“How sharp the point of this remembrance is!”
“Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.”
“Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.”
“I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense.”
“If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps... ...An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum.”
“Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, my thoughts I did recoil Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.”