William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the read more
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for read more
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
(Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught read more
(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
(Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught
above heat makes him a fool, the seconds mads him, and a third
drowns him.
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the read more
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
Modo he's called, and Mahu.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
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Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it read more
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!
