A fine 2.5m monolith for today's #StandingStoneSunday - this is Lulach's Stone in Aberdeenshire. Sweeping views to Tap o' Noth. The stone is said to commemorate Macbeth's stepson, who was killed in battle, although the stone is more likely a much earlier monument. In folklore it's reported to have crushed a treasure-seeker to death.
"Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time."
"He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him."
William Shakespeare, "Much Ado about Nothing" (Act 2, Scene 1)
"The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was."
... The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,... #ShakespeareSunday
Antony and Cleopatra [II, 2]
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
~ William Shakespeare, As You Like It
(this is my undergrad dissertation! I enjoyed re-reading it recently and I thought it might be of interest to fellow fans of the uncanny and/or The Winter's Tale, which is still my favourite Shakey play)
"She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief."
William Shakespeare, "Twelfth Night" (Act 3, Scene 4) #ShakespeareSunday
"How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk?"
William Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice" (Act 3, Scene 2)
@macronencer Bizarrely, I only know about it from Ophelia's speech in Hamlet Act 4, Scene 5:
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts…
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays.
You must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy.
I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death."