Maxioms by William Shakespeare
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that read more
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,— Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1.
A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
A very ancient and fish-like smell. -The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
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That it may please you leave these sad designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby House;
Where--after I have solemnly interred
At Chertsey monast'ry with noble king--
And wet his grave with my repentant tears--
I will with all expedient duty see you.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. read more
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2.
