William Shakespeare

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propped by read more

Surely, sir,
There's in him stuff that puts him to these ends;
For, being not propped by ancestry, whose grace
Chalks successors their way, nor called upon
For high feats done to th' crown, neither allied
To eminent assistants, but spiderlike
Out of his self-drawing web, 'a gives us note,
The force of his own merit makes his way,
A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys
A place next to the king.

O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile read more

O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
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We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.