William Shakespeare

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

Is the sun dimmed, that gnats do fly in it?

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. -As You Like It. Act read more

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

To apprehend thus
Draws us a profit from all things we see,
And often, to our comfort, read more

To apprehend thus
Draws us a profit from all things we see,
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-winged eagle.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!