Campus Life at 100 of the Best Colleges, Summed Up in a Single Sentence
“Merry” and “Tragical”? “Tedious” and “Brief”?
That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this discord? (V.i.)
He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt. He knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak, but to speak true. (V.i.)
If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. (V.i.)
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed. ’Tis almost fairy time. (V.i.)
Now until the break of day
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride bed will we,
Which by us shall blessèd be,
And the issue there create
Even shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be,
And the blots of nature’s hand
Shall not in their issue stand. (V.i.)