Iago: For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, ’tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
line from Othello, Act I, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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When Saturday Comes
Wind me up and see what I can do for you
Switch me on, I'd do anything you want me to
Let me go and I come ticking like a timebomb
Just call my name and I come running like a marathon
The magic and the mystery
Out here on this field of dreams
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
You got to wear your heart on your sleeve
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
The winner takes it all
So don't let me down, don't you let me down
Sweat and blood, You know I couldn't give y'any of this
Pain and pride, there ain't no room for second best
Clock strikes three and it's time to be the hero
D'you want to be a Blade, it's a feeling that you'll never know
You've got to fight it tooth and nail
Out here on this Battlefield
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
You got to wear your heart on your sleeve
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
The winner takes it all
So don't let me down, don't you let me down
The magic and the mystery
Out here on this field of dreams
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
You got to wear your heart on your sleeve
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
You got to wear your heart
You got to wear your heart
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
You got to wear your heart on your sleeve
When Saturday comes
Nothing else matters to me
When Saturday comes
You got to wear your heart
You got to wear your heart
When Saturday comes
song performed by by Def Leppard
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Sonnet 46
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right,
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie—
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes—
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanellèd
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determinèd
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part.
As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part,
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.
poem by William Shakespeare
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To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
quote by Margaret Thatcher
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To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
quote by Margaret Thatcher
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To wear your heart on your sleeve isn't a very good plan you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
quote by Margaret Thatcher
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Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.
quote by Ani DiFranco
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It Only Takes One To Do An 'Iago
Undermining has always been a trait,
Of those envious of others' deeds.
Conflicts have initiated over images raised.
Only to be replaced,
By mediocre initiatives.
And one with a taste to victimize with venom
It only takes one to do an 'Iago'.
You know
Othello's foe?
That legendary Moor,
In the military service of Venice.
Married to Desdemona,
And
The subject and tragic figure of Shakespeare's play.
That's all it takes!
An Iago who fakes a loyalty.
But has traitor on the mind,
And equipped to do it with lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wear my heart on my sleeve.
quote by Princess Diana
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Poem for Godfrey
You wear your heart upon a sleeve
that’s shaking with sad laughter,
knowing a world of tears and smiles –
yet, which before? which after?
your answer, friend, is blowing not
in winds of time nor gain nor loss;
but from a heart that’s not forgot
where tear meets smile upon the Cross.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I'm not really the type to wear my heart on my sleeve. I would let someone know if I liked them, but it takes a while for me to fall in love.
quote by Joshua Jackson
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Sonnet 125: Were't aught to me I bore the canopy
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent
For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent?
No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art
But mutual render, only me for thee.
Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soul
When most impeached stands least in thy control.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Worn On
Baby
You wear my ring so well
Like my heart
On your sleeve
I’ll manage
I’ll cope
While you grope
For answers
In the dark corners
Of your mind
But Baby
I’ll be your guide
Through trials
Through the files
Of emotions you keep
Let my light seep
Into the gaping wounds
And help heal
Whatever’s broken
Baby, you wear my ring
A token
Of what this heart may bring
So damn well
Fool the Devil
Fool her messenger
Me
Until your wonderful...
SURPRISE!
Come on, Baby
We all love this game
Of hearts, tarts, and twits
The whole she-bang
Baby, you could kill
This whole damn show
We don’t know we’re in
But I must say
Wow, Baby
You wear my love
Out
So well
poem by Alejandro Torres
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Heart On A Sleeve
Is there a place for the heart to hide?
I know that place can't be inside.
For I wear my heart right on my sleeve
and feel its sorrow, feel its heave.
The gasp and sigh in rhythm slow
is much too hollow in a rigid tempo.
It does not quicken. It does not race.
I feel as if its lost in space.
I've tried all I can to heal this heart
but I cannot mend what's torn apart.
The best I can hope for is time's release
so its continuous sigh will bring it peace.
There must be a place for the heart to hide.
And if there's not then mine will have died.
A fate worse than death will always be
the heart of a lover whose destiny
is loneliness.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Animal Tranquillity and Decay
The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the roads, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression: every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought.--He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten; one to whom
Long patience hath such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect that the young behold
With envy, what the Old Man hardly feels.
poem by William Wordsworth
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A Sketch
The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought. -He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten; one to whom
Long patience hath such mild composure given
That patience now doth seem a thing of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect, that the young behold
With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Tragic
(a. bell / v. clarke)
Speak. spell.
Whats that word again?
In. out.
Of my head again.
Clear. cut.
Charmed Im sure again.
Merrity!
I wish for thought.
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid;
Theres no truth in whats said.
Cloud. fog.
Looks like rain again.
Glass. wall.
Looks could kill again.
Clock. face.
Half past two again.
Turn again.
And how time flies.
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
Her heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid;
Theres no truth in whats said.
Dream. world.
In my pawn again.
Hot. cold.
Fingers burn again.
Teardrop.
To the floor again.
Cruelty.
How real is real?
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid
Theres no truth in whats said.
Oh, wise men indeed,
Are fools who believe.
My heart on my sleeve,
Is laughing at me.
Best left unsaid
Theres no truth in whats said.
song performed by by Erasure
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Iago: Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
line from Othello by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Iago: Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
line from Othello, Act II, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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