William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
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All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who worship dirty gods.
O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous
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O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue.
The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
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The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.
As far as could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
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As far as could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
And when the dusky sky began to rob
My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
I took a costly jewel from my neck,
A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
And threw it toward thy land.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act read more
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. -The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. -Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
