William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful read more
'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little read more
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2.
Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, read more
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a read more
(Macbeth:) Here's our chief guest.
(Lady Macbeth:) If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
She would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have
cleft his club to make the fire too.
She would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have
cleft his club to make the fire too.
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who read more
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
An 'tis no better reckoned but of these
Who worship dirty gods.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. read more
Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. -King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.
