Quotes of the Week - June 23, 2009:
"What's up London?" -- Britney Spears addressing audience
at her show in Manchester.
"It's time to heal the wounds of the monument with the return of
the marbles which belong to it." -- Carolos Papoulias, Greek President,
renewing demands to Britain to return Parthenon statues taken nearly
200 years ago.
"Protesting against lies and fraud is your right." -- Mir-Hossein
Mousavi, Iranian opposition leader, defying country's Supreme Leader
by supporting protests of the disputed presidential election.
"The burqa is not a religious sign; it's a sign of subservience,
a sign of debasement." -- Nicolas Sarkozy, French President, announcing
the Muslim burqa would not be welcome in France.
Authors:
Shakespeare - Love's Labour's Lost Quotes, Famous Quotations
Study
is like the heaven's glorious sun,
That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks. Love's Labour's Lost, 1. 1
Small
have continual plodders ever won
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Love's Labour's Lost, 1. 1
At
Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows. Love's Labour's Lost, 1. 1
Assist
me some extemporal god of rime, for I am sure I shall turn sonneter.
Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Love's Labour's Lost, 1. 2
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues. Love's Labour's Lost, 2. 1
Your
wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Love's Labour's Lost, 2. 1
Warble,
child; make passionate my sense of hearing. Love's Labour's Lost, 3. 1
This
wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy,
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malecontents. Love's
Labour's Lost, 3. 1
A
wightly wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and, by heaven, one that will do the deed
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her! to watch for her!
To pray for her! Love's
Labour's Lost, 4. 2