William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life read more
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold;
But my outside to behold.
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in read more
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the read more
Is Brutus sick, and is it physical
To walk unbraced and suck up the humors
Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the rheumy and unpurged air,
To add unto his sickness?
I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
I am not in the roll of common men. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
We will answer all things faithfully. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
We will answer all things faithfully. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. -King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2.
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all read more
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
