William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
How use doth breed a habit in a man! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
How use doth breed a habit in a man! -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon read more
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.
Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
That best becomes the table.
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
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And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherished by her childlike duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in.
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
For I am that way going to temptation,
Where prayers cross.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.
After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from read more
After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that read more
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will read more
Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
