This is not my usual inspirational quotes but a look at Shakespeare. But now that I think of it he is down right inspirational. Have a look at his use of the word jugglers, juggled and juggling.
“The Comedy of Errors”, I.ii.96, Antipholus of Syracuse:
They say this town is full of cozenage,
As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
And many such-like liberties of sin:
If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
I’ll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave:
I greatly fear my money is not safe.
“The Comedy of Errors”, V.i.237, Antipholus of Ephesus:
Along with them
They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
And with no face, as ’twere, outfacing me,
Cries out, I was possess’d.
“Hamlet”, IV.v.128, Laertes:
How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
“King Henry IV, Part II”, II.iv.121, Doll Tearsheet:
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away!
by this wine, I’ll thrust my knife in your mouldy
chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away,
you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale
“King Henry VI, Part I”, V.iv.68, York:
She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
I did imagine what would be her refuge.
“King Henry VIII”, I.iii.1, Chamberlain:
Is’t possible the spells of France should juggle
Men into such strange mysteries?
“Macbeth”, V.viii.19, Macbeth:
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, III.ii.285, Hermia:
O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!
You thief of love! what, have you come by night
And stolen my love’s heart from him?
“Troilus and Cressida”, II.iii.68, Thersites:
Here is such patchery, such juggling and such
knavery! all the argument is a cuckold and a
whore; a good quarrel to draw emulous factions
and bleed to death upon.
“Troilus and Cressida”, V.ii.23:
Cressida: In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do?
Thersites: A juggling trick,–to be secretly open
Thanks to the folks who brought us the A to Z Challenge.
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The quotes were brilliantly gathered by Steve Ness