William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
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I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offense by weight
The words of read more
Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offense by weight
The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will,
On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
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The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3.
Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. read more
Why should a man whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.
But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook
their heads; but for mine own part, if read more
But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook
their heads; but for mine own part, if was Greek to me.
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch,
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
Between read more
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch,
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
Between two blades, which bears the better temper,
Between two horses, which doth bear him best,
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how read more
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engend'red in the eyes,
With gazing fed, and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock read more
Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.
