William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
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Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Upon their issue.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
Like madness is the glory of this life
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale read more
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.
A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as
the tempter is in pressing it, read more
Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as
the tempter is in pressing it, and he needs not proceed by a
surer measure.
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils read more
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason read more
Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
