William Shakespeare Quotes About Pilgrimage

• Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd: For then my thoughts-from far where I abide- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find.

  William Shakespeare

  Tired, Night, Journey

  Sonnet 27

• Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

  William Shakespeare

  Father, Blessed, Moon

  William Shakespeare (1864). “The Works of William Shakespeare”, p.162

• Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,
  And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;
  Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,
  But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

  William Shakespeare

  Time, Grief, Night

  William Shakespeare (2016). “The New Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works”, p.865, Oxford University Press

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